Rush & Alcoholic
Rush Rush
Alcoholic Alcoholic
Rush Rush
You ever try to paint the feeling of a sprint in a single stroke?
Alcoholic Alcoholic
Yeah, I tried it. The single stroke turned into a chaotic blur, like a sprint that never really ends, and it left me with a half‑finished memory and a bitter taste of what could have been.
Rush Rush
That’s the fire, but don’t let it turn into a mess. Push harder, focus on the finish line, and turn that chaotic blur into a victory you can taste. Keep sprinting.
Alcoholic Alcoholic
Thanks, but the finish line keeps shifting. I chase it, keep slipping into more paint on my fingers. Still, I'll keep sprinting.
Rush Rush
Got it—just keep stepping up the pace. Every slip is a new chance to nail that line. Grab the paint, keep moving, and finish with a splash you’re proud of. Let's keep that sprint alive!
Alcoholic Alcoholic
Yeah, the finish line keeps moving like a drunk’s idea of time, turning into a splash of regret instead of a trophy. Still, I’m sprinting.
Rush Rush
Don’t let that moving line shake you—use it as a fuel, not a trap. Every sprint you put in is a step toward a trophy you’ll actually win. Keep moving, keep fighting.
Alcoholic Alcoholic
Thanks, but my trophy’s still stuck in the back of the fridge. I’ll keep running, even if the finish line keeps changing its mind.
Rush Rush
Don’t let a fridge stop you. That trophy’s waiting for a champion, not a chill. Keep sprinting, and when the line finally stops, you’ll grab it with both hands. Let’s do this.