

(Sound of a match
striking) (Vinyl crackle and a warm,
wobbly electric piano chord) (Low-tempo,
laid-back
drum break kicks in)
Closed the shadow workbook,
put the pen away
Watching the incense waterfall down the clay
Smoke pooling up like a ghost on the shelf
Taking a minute just to ground myself
Laced up the Jordans,
white and the mint
Catching the late summer afternoon tint Kick the front door,
let the heavy stuff fade Time to see the city in the
light that we made.
(Bassline
gets thicker, rhythmic head-nod energy)
Don't need a crossword to figure it out We’re leaving the static,
we’re dropping the doubt Got the 411 playing low in the ear
The signal is steady,
the frequency's clear.
(Full groove drops in,
smooth Slacker R&B bliss) Coasting down the pavement,
feeling the glide
Nothing but the concrete and the Montreal pride From the forty-one down
to the sixty-seven
We’re building a ground-level slice of heaven Yeah,
everything is tiguidou, smooth and slow Got the mint green static and
nowhere to go Just rolling along,
let the heartbeat drop We’re dancing through life and we’re never gonna
stop. (ooh)
(Stripped back to just drums,
bass, and vocals) Une tite frette waiting at the end of the
line But right now the rhythm is completely divine
We don't need a matrix,
we don't need a code Just the sound of the wheels on
the Jean-Talon road.
(Sound effect: Skateboard wheels clacking over a sidewalk crack) (Full groove returns,
maximum chill) Coasting down the pavement,
feeling the glide
Nothing but the concrete and the Montreal pride From the forty-one down
to the sixty-seven
We’re building a ground-level slice of heaven Yeah,
everything is tiguidou, smooth and slow Got the mint green static and
nowhere to go Just rolling along,
let the heartbeat drop We’re dancing through life and we’re never gonna
stop. (ooh)
(Music slowly fades into ambient city sounds) Word of words,
word. Just me, the board,
and the street. Meow meow,
meow meow meow. Tiguidou.
(Sound of a skateboard being kicked up and caught) (End)