

(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)