Lyrics On the Grind - JT Music

On the Grind

Once upon a time, I was fully strapped with my helmet and pads — for safety
And hopped on my first skateboard in grade three
It had a grim reaper, branded with Andrew Reynolds
I dreamed to go pro, with fans, and medals
And yet I never even landed an Ollie
Until a different kinda skatepark I found
I was taught to get up after falling
Now nothing is gonna keep this Hawk down
Welcome to the warehouse — my old stomping grounds
I’m poppin' mad shove it’s and knocking boxes down
Flyin' off of gaps and ramps like I’m divine
Cuz I’ve been rippin' nine hundred’s since ninety nine
So if you wanna learn how step right into my birdhouse
But if you got vertigo I doubt this’ll workout
I’ll take you to school, hope you’re takin' some notes
While I’m breakin' every record, you’re probably breakin' some bones
Chad Muska, bust out a downhill jam
Put «Superman"on loop cuz I’m all about that damn
Call me goldfinger — take a peek at my medals
I got the Midas touch as I keep speeding through levels
And I can spell skate well, I’ve been practicin'
Collecting secrets tapes, none with a Kardashian
I’m blastin' off, yeah I’m talkin' Roswell compound
But it won’t be long that they keep this alien lock down, cuz
I’m a superman, and I’m gonna fly
Off the rails, yet I never bail on the grind
Shake up a spray can
Paintin' my name all over this town
You don’t wanna play a game of horse versus me
Cuz I’m a vert master, but I prefer the street
Everybody climb aboard, then we’re gonna ride
Twenty four seven gettin' on the grind
I can run with the bulls cuz I’m an animal
And if we’re talkin' combos, I wrote the manual
I’ve yet to find a special that I couldn’t handle, yo
If anyone wants a cheatcode I got 'em handy bro
Stop!
It’s the cops, agh we gotta dip quick
«Assume the position, it’s officer dick»
But I will no comply, I’m too busy McTwistin'
I’ll let you arrest me once, I’ve won this competition
I keep my cool in every heat
You can stop that clock, it don’t matter to me
I do the best under pressure when I’m runnin' outta time
Cuz I’m always on my grind
Then I’ll head to Venice Beach, but it ain’t to get a pump
Or to see string bikinis — just a magic bum
Pull out the boombox and crank it to eleven
Ride till we die, then we’ll head to skate heaven, woo
I’m a superman, and I’m gonna fly
Off the rails, yet I never bail on the grind
Shake up a spray can
Paintin' my name all over this town
You don’t wanna play a game of horse versus me
Cuz I’m a vert master, but I prefer the street
Everybody climb aboard, then we’re gonna ride
Twenty four seven gettin' on the grind
Full name is Tony «The Redtailed"Hawk
But forget wings, I can fingerflip airwalk
While we’re talkin' wings I just put in an order in — boneless
I’m a high roller — despite lookin' homeless
Balance ain’t a challenge, let’s see how long I can hold this
When I’m tipsy, risky, hope I don’t blow this
Straight out of a manual to dancing handstands
Who needs a green thumb with fancy handplants
I can mix any flips, spins, and grabs till I’m dizzy
You believe me if I said I sack tapped into a stiffy?
Hop off a wallplant landed on a lip, took it
To a noseslide, so when I came off it I was crooked
All existent competitions are more I’ll be bookin'
Judges cleanse your palettes, behold what I’ve been cookin'
I’m a rebel never selling out, no matter what you give me
But if sponsors wanna sign me, I’m tired of rollin' indy
I’m a superman, and I’m gonna fly
Off the rails, yet I never bail on the grind
Shake up a spray can
Paintin' my name all over this town
You don’t wanna play a game of horse versus me
Cuz I’m a vert master, but I prefer the street
Everybody climb aboard, then we’re gonna ride
Twenty four seven gettin' on the grind