Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Skateboard , by - Markis PreciseRelease date: 10.11.2016
Song language: English
Skateboard |
| Yeah… yeah… young F |
| Uh huh… yeah… uhh… uhh… |
| I knew you was mine the first time I gripped you |
| So many others on the menu but I had to have you |
| Case you ever snapped, I had two |
| One on the side, one just to ride when the other one acting up |
| Roll with me and got matching trunks |
| One clean, while the other one catching dust, uh |
| How about you and me, lets paint the town like |
| No one else exists but two when we skating around, right, huh |
| I can’t deny it, nor keep quiet, this kind of love |
| No, she’s so worth it, so perfect, can I tell you what you remind me of |
| You remind me |
| You remind me of my skateboard, baby |
| Cause I wanna ride ya, I wanna ride ya |
| Something like my grip tape, yeah |
| Cause I can’t wait to lay you down |
| And I plan on grinding all night, yeah |
| Til the sun comes up or them cop lights flash |
| I’ma play the top, you just play the bottom |
| As long as you rolling, you know that I’m riding, uh huh |
| I’m bout to slam it like a car door, keep you on all four |
| Give you it hardcore, how you deserve it |
| You already know the ledge, live life over the edge |
| I fucked with you on the reg, look at all this blood that I bled |
| I took the fall but I got up, brushed myself off and I kept skating |
| Right to where you were located, that ass deserving ovation |
| Time with you, never wasted |
| And our conversations are spoken mainly through body language |
| Concept is complicated, before I grind I’ma need some wax |
| This kind of coping don’t crack |
| I prefer to keep my Vans on when I’m climbing in from the back |
| Could say I’m keeping her grounded, and she keep me on wood |
| My bottom bitch, I admit, I don’t treat you like I should, nah |
| You remind me of my skateboard, baby |
| Cause I wanna ride ya, I wanna ride ya |
| Something like my grip tape, yeah |
| Cause I can’t wait to lay you down |
| And I plan on grinding all night, yeah |
| Til the sun comes up or them cop lights flash |
| I’ma play the top, you just play the bottom |
| As long as you rolling, you know that I’m riding, uh huh |
| There should be no debate on where you came from |
| Birth place that Golden State, I roll the 8, point 5, 9 plied |
| No roller blades on my toes, before this thing went in vogue |
| I was still skating on bones, even had a brigade of my own |
| Anxious, couldn’t wait to leave home, yeah |
| To hit a curb or some stairs, put the herb in the air |
| To drop in a verd I was scared |
| I had a board I named Medina after a broad I was seeing |
| Both remind me of each other |
| And the reason I knew it would end in peaces |
| And I’d have to find another, treat that rubber like a helmet |
| That was advice from my brother |
| Treat my wood like my woman, and my woman like my wood |
| Oh yeah she bad, she bad, and that’s bad, meaning good |
| You remind me |
| You remind me of my skateboard, baby |
| Cause I wanna ride ya, I wanna ride ya |
| Something like my grip tape, yeah |
| Cause I can’t wait to lay you down |
| And I plan on grinding all night, yeah |
| Til the sun comes up or them cop lights flash |
| I’ma play the top, you just play the bottom |
| As long as you rolling, you know that I’m riding, uh huh |