Letras
Board hit curb with a pop and slide
Knee scuffed up, but the stance got pride
Sun drop low in a red fade hue
Kick push breath like the evening brew
Shoes worn flat on the ollie land
Stickers on deck like a touring band
Sweat on the grip, but I still held form
Whole block mine in that golden storm
Trash can ledge was my highlight reel
Grind marks show what the hands can't feel
Neighbor yelling "Slow down!" I laugh
Asphalt gospel in the backspin draft
Deck worn, but the flex still clean
Deck worn
Heel dragged us on a childhood scene
No badge, no fame, just balance me
Pavement proof that I chased that dream
Fence line crack made a rhythm path
Pushed through fear like a punchline math
Camera out, lil' bro yell, "Yo, pose!"
Froze mid-kick with a grin that knows
Shoelace flap on the wind like flags
Shirt tail whip in the streetlight drags
Late summer scent with a grip tape soul
Trick tape playing like a highlight scroll
Homie tried switch and he almost flew
Landed half turn with a brand new shoe
We ain't need rules, just chalk and will
Concrete dreams with a chrome deck still
Deck worn, but the flex still clean
Heel dragged us on a childhood scene
No badge, no fame, just balance me
Pavement proof that I chased that dream
Now the board in the closet rest
But the scrapes on my jeans still feel like best
Still hear spins in a quiet loop
Ghost of the grind in my mental troop
Saw that ledge on my drive last week
Still got scuff where my board would speak
Didn't need trophies, didn't need streams
Just a flat lot loud with cassette dreams
Graffiti tag still on the mailbox wall
Memories roll like a switch stance call
Even now, when the night runs fast
I ride that past like it always lasts
...But the flex still clean
Heel dragged us on a childhood scene
No badge, no fame, just balance me
Pavement proof that I chased that dream
Pavement proof that I chased that dream