I like skating to the store at night in autumn weather with a couple layers on

And maybe Wu playing over soft wheels on a mellow inclined plane

It′s those moments I could swear to anything that I'm the ultimateAlthough it goes against the frequency on which I otherwise vibrate

Still an alternate dimension isn′t shit to miss

Do the 'rithmatic, I been ignoring every ache and pain to push into

The lion's own gum line, navigate a bit of fire and brim

Nevermind, whatever transpire within

I′m out the other side, a golden beam of lost sunlight

You take a brittle bone out for a little spin

I′m mostly into outer space, or underneath a haunted freeway overpass

Around a storm-worn flat square

Kicking wooden toys around and vandalizing random city property

A proper way to pencil-in a Saturday without cab fare

Bulldozer dozing over every brick or black top, spin the backdrop

Metropolis or in the pretty backwoods, bring wax, thanks, bye

Black ops, all flat spots

Rat-a-tatting in forgotten back lots

Steady feel a pull to power-slide around brake lights

See him off into the fog, figure eighting in the moon

Never let him know the odds, it isn't part of how I move

See him off into the foul, celebrating in the road

Never let him know the count, it isn′t part of how I go