**[Verse 1]** Tracen lights in my pupils, neon in the stands, Special Week dreamin’ with dirt on her hands. Teio’s grinnin’ with a fracture and pride, McQueen’s ghost runs on the inside. Gallopin’ heart rate, seventy BPM, Speed stat maxed and I’m breakin’ again. Cameras flash like divine right, URA Finals, do or die tonight. **[Pre-Chorus]** Sweat drips like the data feed, Luck’s a gacha, pullin’ on me. Every rival, pixelized sin, I lose then laugh and load again. **[Chorus]** Pony up, girl, your dream’s on fire, Burn the turf, set the trackwire higher. Tracen chants your code-name loud, Synthetic tears in a cheering crowd. Pony up, girl, with your bugged-out grace, Star rank 5, now you own the race. You’re the glitch in the training sim— Run ‘til the world logs out again. **[Verse 2]** Winning Ticket with the monster grin, Rice Shower crying when the light cuts dim. Silence Suzuka’s gone full ghost mode, Data ghost riding through the upload. Stamina tanked but the beat don’t slow, Skill procs hit and the crowd says “whoa.” Smart Falcon in a bubblegum pose, Live stage glitch when the spotlight blows. **[Pre-Chorus]** Stat rolls cursed, RNG divine, Teio’s laugh on the finish line. “Keep smiling,” yeah, that’s the creed, Even idols bleed at full speed. **[Chorus]** Pony up, girl, your dream’s on fire, Burn the turf, set the trackwire higher. Tracen chants your code-name loud, Synthetic tears in a cheering crowd. Pony up, girl, with your bugged-out grace, Star rank 5, now you own the race. You’re the glitch in the training sim— Run ‘til the world logs out again. **[Bridge]** URA, U-A, my controller shakes, Failed inheritance, heart still aches. Power-type grind, I’m addicted bad, Team Spica logo on the sweat-stained pad. It’s idolcore—neighs in stereo, Sparkle blood under studio glow. If you crash out, girl, that’s fine— We respawn one lap behind. **[Breakdown]** “Teio beam!!” — “Ganbarimasu!” , losing trust. Idle animation, freeze-frame cry, Race replay, another goodbye. **[Outro]** Flashback scenes on the victory reel, Special Week bows, the crowd can’t feel. Cut to black, her smile unfurls— “Pony up, girl… pony up, girl.”

Pony up girl