Lock In

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[Intro] My alarm says six, I’m already tying both boots. Laces tight. Mouthguard in. I tell myself, don’t drift today. Don’t drift. [Verse 1] Cold grass grabs the studs when I test the first step. One touch, two touch, keep the ball close. Coach says scan, so I check both shoulders. I count the defenders, then count my breath. No extra talk. No extra talk. My left foot knows the little cut by the cone. My right foot answers with a pass through the gap. Again. Again. I’m not here to pose for the team photo. I’m here to win the next five seconds. Next five. Next five. A teammate calls, I call it back. “Here!” “Here!” I keep my head up when my legs want to stare down. I keep my head up. I keep my head up. [Pre-Chorus] Who’s got the space? I do. Who’s got the next ball? I do. Say it plain, say it twice. I do. I do. [Chorus] Lock in! (Lock in!) First touch! (First touch!) Run it down, then turn it up. Lock in! (Lock in!) Eyes up! (Eyes up!) I take the pass, I make it count. Whose side? My side! Whose turn? My turn! One more sprint and the net gets loud. Lock in! (Lock in!) First touch! (First touch!) Run it down, then turn it up. [Verse 2] I talk myself through the press: stay patient. Angle the hips, don’t chase the fake. A quick give-and-go, then I’m gone. Tap it wide. Cut inside. My lungs are working, so I work with them. No panic. No panic. The keeper leans early; I wait one beat. I roll it low past the reaching glove. Goal. That’s one. Now reset, because the whistle keeps moving. I clap twice and point to the open lane. I say, “Stay sharp,” like I’m talking to a friend. Stay sharp. Stay sharp. [Chorus] Lock in! (Lock in!) First touch! (First touch!) Run it down, then turn it up. Lock in! (Lock in!) Eyes up! (Eyes up!) I take the pass, I make it count. Whose side? My side! Whose turn? My turn! One more sprint and the net gets loud. Lock in! (Lock in!) First touch! (First touch!) Run it down, then turn it up. [Bridge] Water, quick. Shin guards, set. I’m still talking to myself. “Stay ready.” “Stay ready.” The next ball skips, I meet it clean. No speech. Just go. [Final Chorus] Lock in! (Lock in!) First touch! (First touch!) Run it down, then turn it up. Lock in! (Lock in!) Eyes up! (Eyes up!) I take the pass, I make it count. Whose side? My side! Whose turn? My turn! One more sprint and the net gets loud. Lock in! (Lock in!) First touch! (First touch!) Run it down, then turn it up. [Outro] Boots off. Still counting passes. I tell myself: next play.