skateboard

Fuck, it feel like-

I don't know like

It feel like a nigga just like be floating type shit

Like Im never like

In my own space

I'm always in-

To be honest I don't even know how to describe it anymore

Feels like I'm just like...

Roaming

Ridin' around on this skateboard,

Ridin' through this life on a skateboard

I honestly don't know if I could take more,

Reminiscing bout them old days on Bayshore

Fell off the bike and my niggas had to wait for it

Old days, they was good, I only seen the good,

My heart open to the evil and it had me shook

Seizures, second grade, I never liked them books,

Felt I was always in the wrong, let's play Convict-The-Crook

Shit, uh, uh,uh I'm sayin',

Down South, where I stay but I miss the Bay

Bullshit, it keep on comin', it won't stay away,

Lights out, me and you, is that okay?

Overplay my parts so many times, I start to underplay it,

Oh so underrated

Happy camper, but I hate the woods,

And I used to love to smoke, now I won't hit the wood

Hope I don't relapse, praying, I don't do it, And life is gettin' hard, I'ma have to face the music

Damn, I'ma have to face the music,

Life is gettin' hard, don't wanna

Skateboard,

Ridin' through this life on a skateboard

I honestly don't know if I could take more,

Reminiscing bout them old days on Bayshore

Fell off the bike and my niggas had to wait for it

Old days, they was good, I only seen the good,

My heart open to the evil and it had me shook

Seizures, second grade, I never liked them books,

Felt I was always in the wrong, let's play Convict-The-Crook

Damn, wait, hold on, I said,

I said, how am I the crook

Is it my fault forrealski?

No, I don't want you 'round, if you can't help build me

You could call me Trump, I put a wall around my feelings,

And if I separate, it's all a part of my healing

Some might say I'm selfish, Some might say I'm selfless

Caring less about opinions, I feel like it's selfish

Broke out of my shell, now they consume what I put out

Contemplating everything, go hard, without a doubt, and I can't lie

I'm big dog, used to be a mouse

Don't do this shit to fill my ego

What is that about?

Skateboard,

Ridin' through this life on a skateboard

I honestly don't know if I could take more,

Reminiscing bout them old days on Bayshore

Fell off the bike and my niggas had to wait for it

Old days, they was good, I only seen the good,

My heart open to the evil and it had me shook

Seizures, second grade, I never liked them books,

Felt I was always in the wrong, let's play Convict-The-Crook

Why? Why was I was always in the wr-

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

I'm gone