Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Frostbite on my knuckles Lips stained cinnamon red Snow dust on my goggles Bad ideas in my head [Pre-Chorus] Lift swinging We’re already sideways Laughing like we never come down Cold air biting through my jacket Warm burn chasing it down (down, down) [Chorus] Drinking fireballs on the chairlift Heart racing faster than the run Red heat White hills Can’t fake this I’m falling I’m falling But damn this is fun If we crash If we slide If we spin and we stall I’ll still be here with you Drinking fireballs [Verse 2] You dare me “Drop the black run” I grin “Fill up my cup” We carve lines Crooked halos Two bright fools grown up [Pre-Chorus] Tips shaking at the lip of the cornice You say “You first ” but you jump I chase you through the flying powder Every turn another thump (thump, thump) [Chorus] Drinking fireballs on the chairlift Heart racing faster than the run Red heat White hills Can’t fake this I’m falling I’m falling But damn this is fun If we crash If we slide If we spin and we stall I’ll still be here with you Drinking fireballs [Bridge] [ guitars punch in Drums drop to tom groove ] Face on fire Fingers numb You shout my name I come undone One more round One more hill Say we’ll stop But we never will (oh no) [Chorus] Drinking fireballs on the chairlift Heart racing faster than the run Red heat White hills Can’t fake this I’m falling I’m falling But damn this is fun If we crash If we slide If we spin and we stall I’ll still be here with you Drinking fireballs Yeah I’ll still be here with you Drinking fireballs (hey!)
Tags
High-energy pop-punk with crisp distorted guitars, driving bass, and tight punchy drums; male vocals with a smirking, half-shouted delivery. Verses stay lean and riffy, pre-chorus adds climbing chords and gang shouts, chorus explodes with stacked harmonies and a bright, anthemic topline. Brief instrumental break with octave guitar lead before final hook.
Duration
2:34
Instrumental
No
Created
2/11/2026