Heavenly bounce, boots kiss the sky—
neon gates swing wide when the 808 fly.
Angels in Nikes, halos glitch-stitched,
drop that kick-drum, cloud-floor switches.
I jump, I stomp, paradise quakes,
bassline thunder through pearly gates.
Saint Peter claps, harps rewind,
every hop lifts me higher than high.
No gravity, just pure energy—
jumpstyle salvation, forever free.