歌詞

Luck in the air, like a quiet spark

I can’t hold it down, but I feel it move in the dark

Some call it cruel, some call it kind

I call it a mirror for the state of my mind

So I breathe, I align, I stay ready

Make my heart light, make my steps steady

I do the work, then I let it flow

Hands on the wheel, eyes on the glow

I do the work, then I let it fly

Salt on my skin, stars in my eye

If it comes, it comes—if it goes, it goes

I do the work, then I let it flow

It’s a soft equation, it won’t stay still

A hidden current under will

Sometimes it lands like a gentle rain

Sometimes it bites like a silver chain

But what is “lucky” if not a lens?

A name we give to how it bends

So I keep my soul in a lucid frame

I don’t curse the roll, I don’t praise the game

I read the signs in the silent space

And set my table for unseen grace

I can’t command it, I can’t confine

But I can choose my timing

I can tune my inner light

So every turn feels like it’s mine

I do the work, then I let it flow

Hands on the wheel, eyes on the glow

I do the work, then I let it fly

Salt on my skin, stars in my eye

If it comes, it comes—if it goes, it goes

I do the work, then I let it flow

Yeah, luck talk—hush, it’s a nuance

Not a crown, it’s a current, it’s a blue chance

Two hands, true plans, but the sky switch

I’m steady with the rhythm, let the time glitch

Fate spin, late win, it’s a fine script

But I write my breath where the mind slips

If it’s “unfair,” I don’t stare, I don’t break

I make space, stay awake, let it reshape

Call it chance, call it charm, call it thin air

I’m still here, crystal-clear, with a clean prayer

Do my part, then depart from the tight grip

Hit the work, then I surf where the light flips

I polish the quiet

I sharpen the calm

I keep a warm flame

In the curve of my palm

Every door feels random

Till it opens on time

So I ready my spirit

Like a well-tuned chime

Lucky, maybe—if I say so

I flip the shadow into halo

Wordplay, birdway, let it glide

Loose tie, new sign on the inside

I don’t chase, I place my feet

Make the chaos sound like beat

If it’s cold, I keep my glow

If it’s slow, I keep my flow

Luck’s a hush with a bright key

I stay ready, so it finds me

Do the work…

Let it flow…

Do the work…

Let it go…

I do the work, then I let it flow

Hands on the wheel, eyes on the glow

I do the work, then I let it fly

Salt on my skin, stars in my eye

If it comes, it comes—if it goes, it goes

I do the work, then I let it flow

Hands to the craft, heart to the sky

I set my luck where my love can lie

Not in control, not in despair

I do the work—then I’m already there