Make Your Own Road

[Verse 1] Got a sketch in your notebook, got a spark without a name, Flip the page — a little dragon lifts its wings out of the frame. You could show somebody how you drew the wings apart, Someone’s staring at a blank page, don't know where to start. Then your desk becomes a door, pink bricks begin to glow, Gumhead waves you through — now let’s see where it goes. Black boots on the bubblegum, step into the light, Take that sketch and build a lesson out of it tonight. [Verse 2] Sahil’s sketched in graphite, black-and-white flames, Ershad’s coat burns candy pink — updates the fashion game. Chains swing, coins spin, pink roads split in three, One curves toward a floating shop above a neon sea. Brush packs bloom like gardens; comic planets fill the sky, Makers lean across their counters, wave, and catch your eye. Pick a spark, give it shape; let a little of it show, Lay a brick, choose a turn — there’s a world you get to grow. [Chorus] Gumroad! Gumroad! Make your own road, Make a little magic that the world can download. Bring your own colors, your craft, and your mind, Make something someone’s been hoping to find. From 0 to $1 — let the first step be fun, Build your own road under the Synthwave Sun. [Verse 3] First drop, quiet shop — so you take another look, Someone asks about a step you skipped inside the book. You draw a small example, give the missing part some space, Watch a maze of tangled arrows turn into a path to trace. Start small, learn quickly, and see what sticks, Lift a corner, turn a curve, remix the pink gum bricks. Get better together — let somebody try, They might catch a missing step that slipped right past your eye. [Verse 4] First sale — $1 lights the screen, A pink G coin appears with a bubblegum sheen. You grin and read the message, then you read it once more, As shooting stars go flying right outside your magic door. Someone does your lesson, gives those dragon wings a try, Then their own creation takes flight across the sky. A crooked grin, a curling tail — a twist you never drew, You send a little thank-you, start a sketch of something new. [Chorus] Gumroad! Gumroad! Make your own road, Make a little magic that the world can download. Bring your own colors, your craft, and your mind, Make something someone’s been hoping to find. From 0 to $1 — let the first step be fun, Build your own road under the Synthwave Sun. [Bridge] Maybe yours is one small shop that leaves your evenings free, Maybe you keep adding wings to see what it could be. Still waiting on that first sale? There’s another thing to try, Move a few pink bricks without rebuilding all the sky. At the fork, a pencil scribble curls into some art, Pink fire lights an empty stretch for someone else to start. Gumhead waves them over; you slide a brick their way, Leave a little room for what they’re bringing here today. [Chorus] Gumroad! Gumroad! Make your own road, Make a little magic that the world can download. Bring your own colors, your craft, and your mind, Make something someone’s been hoping to find. From 0 to $1 — let the first step be fun, Build your own road under the Synthwave Sun.