Doping & Buenos
Doping
You ever notice how chasing the next lift is like chasing the next hidden corner of a city? Both give that same adrenaline hit.
Buenos
Yeah, every lift’s a secret alley that only opens if you’re bold enough—like finding a tucked‑in plaza after the rain. Both feel like you’re on the brink of something new, but one’s a metal box, the other a city pulse. We just keep chasing, eh?
Doping
Yeah, every lift and every alley is the same grind—just a different weight. If you’re not willing to jump into that metal box or hit the concrete, you’ll never see what’s on the other side. Keep chasing, and don’t let the city or the bar hold you back.
Buenos
Exactly, it’s that rush of “what’s waiting over there?”—whether it’s a lift’s floor or a sidewalk’s secret. I’d rather be the one pushing through the metal and the concrete than staying glued to the same old spot. And hey, if the city or the bar keeps you grounded, it’s probably just because they’re afraid of what you’re chasing. Keep the momentum, kid.
Doping
Yeah, that’s the fire that keeps me moving. You stay on the grind, you never get stuck. Keep that momentum, keep pushing. The next lift, the next block—both just waiting for someone to break the glass.