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Ever since that day, that Jeremy Wray Front side flipped the gap at Carlsbad Damn, I thought no way, I can only Pale in comparison, man that's all bad What a damn joke, it's a shame He's a fresh hit and I'm second hand smoke Doh! guess it's back to the court, tennis, lame This level of skating is a Young man's sport Back when Kirchart and Klein were He-men And Reynolds still had hair before the end Who's the boss? At that point Hawk Riley couldn't walk, but he could smoke rot Baker has a Deathwish and Shake Junt was a fetish, like Listening to Mike V preach away or Praying for Jamie's leap of faith Bryce, Britton, Stecyk and Atiba The big four like Macba All in all just a lot of nerds, standing Round the last session at Wallenberg Hit those long rails right, and You might catch a Hollywood High, but Don't bite off more than you can chew Remember Lyon and Ali Bou... Speaking of Jaws and the way he chomps What was up with those blocks? Bigger than Atlanta and Nashville Legislative, like that one who kid ate it Here's to the triple flippers who get hella makes Young Guns like Jeff Dechesare To Yuto, cuz he wins every contest, and That French pig who sticks every hardflip You drip! it's like he's just playing With the cheat code to a video game Skate or die! Not much of a talker, with a No comply like he was Clint Walker Most like Evan Smith, getting Nevers like a seven flip Heaven Sent like a Seven-Eleven trip To hydrate, it doesn't get better than this Maybe finding a skate betty who swallows, or Riding with the Bones Brigade thru Wallows, or One good pic gets a million follows, or Too many edibles - the legend of sleepy hollow Like great art, the thinker was stone Those rewards just think they know Skate hard, leave the blinging alone Be Bravehard like the real Kings of the road.
Writer(s): Jonathan Getzschman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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