Skatepark Confessions

Mint green and white hitting the grip tape,

Patrick really handed me the wings to escape!

Cruising past Rosemont, catching the breeze,

The 4K perception is a vibrant disease.

I’m taking the old chains,

the ones that were broken,

Crafting custom earrings, every piece is a token.

Liila Toys plush keeping the inventory tight,

Light blue lace armor,

stepping out in the light!

Je respire l'air frais,

leaving the static behind,

Rewiring the circuits of the architect's mind!

Yeah, we are moving the frequency,

breaking it in! A sovereign system where the outcasts win!

Pumping the kicks and finding the flow,

Got the 411 playlist making it glow!

Everything is Tiguidou, watch how we ride,

Nothing but the kinetic joy left inside!

Yeah we’re building the rhythm,

hitting the snare, Catching the sacred geometry right in the air!

(yeah!) (let's go!)

Keeping Mosa close to the heart on the run,

The family of things shining bright in the sun.

Practicing the paradiddle, keeping the beat,

Autistic euphoria flooding the street!

From the heavy sub-bass to the snap of the wood,

Transmuting the timeline exactly like I should.

No masking today, just the raw and the real,

Translating the magic of the things that I feel.

Je suis

la vitesse. I am the motion.

Lucir...

I shine.