[Verse 1]
So – the day starts, I hit the skate park
Straight like napalm, another late laugh
Sitting gives me arse ache, remaining in a calm state
It's coming up to half 8 and I still can't skate
One minor slip can be one major mistake
I see Bottles in the ceiling like grip to the tape-Still
Chilling on the half-pipe, got rollerblades and sunshine
BMXs, no Xs, having a good time
We kick back, relax and open up a can of whoop-a**
And snap our hands back as the a**a**ins attack
Wheelie bin by the ramp for a 520 melon grab
A tenner to any man who combines a nose manual land
I hear Wu-Tang Clan: Protect Ya Neck
Makes me think of sun-cream, like the heat is the threat
4 bearings and 2 trucks for 1 solid deck
Plus spray paint and stickers just outta respect
[Chorus]
Good times and good rhymes with nice guys at night time
Front side crooked-grinds bless my eye-sight, I
Love the graffiti, the women in bikinis
The booze, b**bs and BBQs as skaters move freely
Creating memories with love, respect and peace
Women, men and kids be like ‘f** Da Po-lice!'
Half-decent weather plus a half pipe equals heaven
Baggy jeans means just means we're shredding the denim
[Verse 2]
Now we're older and responsible, working boring jobs
Long-gone are the days of fun and the running from cops
The abandoned factories that we used to smash up
The crazy nights camping and the Hopwas Woods
When you're young you think you love your very first crush
Like the way I used to say, "I'll never touch d**"
I used to go home to the PlayStation and smash it on Tony Hawk's
Collecting the secret-tapes, combos, skates and boards
Now kids' minds are inside computers
Lacking imagination; making the brain useless
No-one knows the pros from the promoted popular
Opposing to composing explosive opera
Because of the plastic marketer they're distracted by a blockbuster
And this is why versatile ain't recognised by the commoner
Regardless of industry, this theory applies
Charmers of imagery get instantly put aside
So appreciate art regardless of its form
Separating sk**s apart before you judge short
But back to the skate park: it starts translate dark
It breaks my heart to have to part but I'm only going ‘til tomorra
[Chorus] x2
Good times and good rhymes with nice guys at night time
Front side crooked-grinds bless my eye-sight, I
Love the graffiti, the women in bikinis
The booze, b**bs and BBQs as skaters move freely
Creating memories with love, respect and peace
Women, men and kids be like ‘f** Da Po-lice!'
Half-decent weather plus a half pipe equals heaven
Baggy jeans means just means we're shredding the denim