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The epitome of cool when I was nine.
I kick the road behind me.
I never had the motivation until now.
I go faster, faster, faster
Til' I wobble,
But I stick with it
If I crash,
I don't mind
Rumble, rumble, grumble, stop.
Sca-reech! Hear the gravel pop.
I step off with a pant
Wipe the sweat with my hand
From the back of my neck and go on
So I like to skate...why do you hate?
You judge me by what you see,
It's not really fair, but what do I care?
If you got to know me, you'd realize that I'm much more than what you see...
