Wet Cement ft. Akouo & Lucy Peach Lyrics

Sunshine In My Face and wind blow in my hair

Sweet voice in my head saying sugar don't you care,

My kicks are sb's, kick flip on bench seats,

Aks on the deck, beats free from the m.p.

Lets see, You can look, but don't stair, I ollie up them

I grind the vibe and ride like Rodney Mullen

Nah I am better, I am Ryan Sheckler

find forever in hawaiian weather

The a4 is my skateboard,

Hit the curb with my words and ride on the waveform

The beats so slick like maple boards

got kicks like cahill scored

If I fall, that's what the pain pills for

But i don't fall, yall cuz angels soar

So fly, I nose dive,

And coast by, the coast line

Grind on the blind side,

Gravity, my life line,

Skate till the thing break, then it's a bit late

Never Walkman, gripped tape, from the six grade

Sunshine In My Face and wind blow in my hair

Sweet voice in my head saying sugar don't you care,

Broke into trainyards, broke into skate parks,

Made love under the stars, broke up just to break hearts,

We break physics,when we make kickflips

We skate districts as teenage misfits

A four star scar is a forearm cast

Wore a t, snapback, and short Carharts

Ride along wet cement to make tracks

Wherever the song take me, we skate back

You can be as coy as me remember coin has dreams

Be Eliana Sosco's toy machine

Take her on date,

Skate along on the way,

Coins' penny from the heavens,

Hey billie holiday,

Make my lady sing the blues

While im skating with my crew

I'll be home soon baby,

Just wait naked in my room

This reminds me of a song by Lupe

Tie a lace around ya waist,

Incase a lace in your shoe breaks

Sunshine In My Face and wind blow in my hair

Sweet voice in my head saying sugar don't you care,

Don't be knocking on my door, what you got I don't want no more,

Don't be knocking on my door, what you got I don't want no more,