Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On the Grind, artist - JT Music. Date of issue: 18.09.2020
Song language: English
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 |