Skateboard - Markis Precise, Fashawn

Yeah… yeah… young F

Uh huh… yeah… uhh… uhh…

I knew you was mine the first time I gripped you

So many others on the menu but I had to have you

Case you ever snapped, I had two

One on the side, one just to ride when the other one acting up

Roll with me and got matching trunks

One clean, while the other one catching dust, uh

How about you and me, lets paint the town like

No one else exists but two when we skating around, right, huh

I can’t deny it, nor keep quiet, this kind of love

No, she’s so worth it, so perfect, can I tell you what you remind me of

You remind me

You remind me of my skateboard, baby

Cause I wanna ride ya, I wanna ride ya

Something like my grip tape, yeah

Cause I can’t wait to lay you down

And I plan on grinding all night, yeah

Til the sun comes up or them cop lights flash

I’ma play the top, you just play the bottom

As long as you rolling, you know that I’m riding, uh huh

I’m bout to slam it like a car door, keep you on all four

Give you it hardcore, how you deserve it

You already know the ledge, live life over the edge

I fucked with you on the reg, look at all this blood that I bled

I took the fall but I got up, brushed myself off and I kept skating

Right to where you were located, that ass deserving ovation

Time with you, never wasted

And our conversations are spoken mainly through body language

Concept is complicated, before I grind I’ma need some wax

This kind of coping don’t crack

I prefer to keep my Vans on when I’m climbing in from the back

Could say I’m keeping her grounded, and she keep me on wood

My bottom bitch, I admit, I don’t treat you like I should, nah

You remind me of my skateboard, baby

Cause I wanna ride ya, I wanna ride ya

Something like my grip tape, yeah

Cause I can’t wait to lay you down

And I plan on grinding all night, yeah

Til the sun comes up or them cop lights flash

I’ma play the top, you just play the bottom

As long as you rolling, you know that I’m riding, uh huh

There should be no debate on where you came from

Birth place that Golden State, I roll the 8, point 5, 9 plied

No roller blades on my toes, before this thing went in vogue

I was still skating on bones, even had a brigade of my own

Anxious, couldn’t wait to leave home, yeah

To hit a curb or some stairs, put the herb in the air

To drop in a verd I was scared

I had a board I named Medina after a broad I was seeing

Both remind me of each other

And the reason I knew it would end in peaces

And I’d have to find another, treat that rubber like a helmet

That was advice from my brother

Treat my wood like my woman, and my woman like my wood

Oh yeah she bad, she bad, and that’s bad, meaning good

You remind me

You remind me of my skateboard, baby

Cause I wanna ride ya, I wanna ride ya

Something like my grip tape, yeah

Cause I can’t wait to lay you down

And I plan on grinding all night, yeah

Til the sun comes up or them cop lights flash

I’ma play the top, you just play the bottom

As long as you rolling, you know that I’m riding, uh huh