CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : On the Grind

Verse 1:
Once upon a time, I was fully strapped with my helmet and pads - for safety
And hopped on my first skateboard in grade three
It had a grim reaper, branded with Andrew Reynolds
I dreamed to go pro, with fans, and medals
And yet I never even landed an Ollie
Until a different kinda skatepark I found
I was taught to get up after falling
Now nothing is gonna keep this Hawk down
Welcome to the warehouse - my old stomping grounds
I'm poppin' mad shove it's and knocking boxes down
Flyin' off of gaps and ramps like I'm divine
Cuz I've been rippin' nine hundred's since ninety nine
So if you wanna learn how step right into my birdhouse
But if you got vertigo I doubt this'll workout
I'll take you to school, hope you're takin' some notes
While I'm breakin' every record, you're probably breakin' some bones
Chad Muska, bust out a downhill jam
Put "Superman" on loop cuz I'm all about that damn
Call me goldfinger - take a peek at my medals
I got the Midas touch as I keep speeding through levels
And I can spell skate well, I've been practicin'
Collecting secrets tapes, none with a Kardashian
I'm blastin' off, yeah I'm talkin' Roswell compound
But it won't be long that they keep this alien lock down, cuz