I like skating to the store at night in autumn weather with a couple layers on
And maybe Wu playing over soft wheels on a mellow inclined plane
It′s those moments I could swear to anything that I'm the ultimateAlthough it goes against the frequency on which I otherwise vibrate
Still an alternate dimension isn′t shit to miss
Do the 'rithmatic, I been ignoring every ache and pain to push into
The lion's own gum line, navigate a bit of fire and brim
Nevermind, whatever transpire within
I′m out the other side, a golden beam of lost sunlight
You take a brittle bone out for a little spin
I′m mostly into outer space, or underneath a haunted freeway overpass
Around a storm-worn flat square
Kicking wooden toys around and vandalizing random city property
A proper way to pencil-in a Saturday without cab fare
Bulldozer dozing over every brick or black top, spin the backdrop
Metropolis or in the pretty backwoods, bring wax, thanks, bye
Black ops, all flat spots
Rat-a-tatting in forgotten back lots
Steady feel a pull to power-slide around brake lights
See him off into the fog, figure eighting in the moon
Never let him know the odds, it isn't part of how I move
See him off into the foul, celebrating in the road
Never let him know the count, it isn′t part of how I go
