Bunny Slope Pro

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Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Triple black
I eat that for lunch
Speed freak
Yeah I’m carving a trench
Locals stare
When I drop from the ridge
Snap a pic
As I fly by the bridge
Then I hear
“Let’s go teach the kids”
Tiny hill
With a rope tow that squeaks
Take one turn
Catch a tip in the rut
Face full of fluff
In front of the whole ski club (oh no)
[Chorus]
I’m a bunny slope pro at falling down
Olympic wipeout in a rental-town crowd
I can cruise the cliffs
But I crash on flat ground
Give me ice and fear
I’m fine
But point me straight and I lose my mind
Yeah
I master the mountain
Then eat it on the baby hill
[Verse 2]
Up top
I’m a glossy brochure
Perfect form
Like I practiced for years
Down low
It’s a slapstick show
Dad cams out
As I yard-sale my gear (click-click)
Kids glide
Like they’re born with this gift
I slide
Like a cartoon in a drift
Ski patrol
Says “you sure you’re advanced?”
I swear I am
Just don’t make me snowplow again
[Chorus]
I’m a bunny slope pro at falling down
Olympic wipeout in a rental-town crowd
I can cruise the cliffs
But I crash on flat ground
Give me ice and fear
I’m fine
But point me straight and I lose my mind
Yeah
I master the mountain
Then eat it on the baby hill
[Bridge]
Up high
I’m a legend in my own head (own head)
Down low
I’m a yard-sale in bright red (so red)
They cheer when I drop from the cornice edge
But down here I’m taking out the ski school hedge (oops)
[Chorus]
I’m a bunny slope pro at falling down
Olympic wipeout in a rental-town crowd
I can cruise the cliffs
But I crash on flat ground
Give me ice and fear
I’m fine
But point me straight and I lose my mind
Yeah
I master the mountain
Then eat it on the baby hill
(Queen of the steeps, clown of the baby hill)