My style is very Tennessee mixed with some Terry Kennedy
People barely remember me from back in the day I done got some contacts and threw the glasses away The time it took me to get cool was a massive delay, but check It gets boring growing up in Memphis Tryna become a pro, but keep showing up apprentice Mama probably would´ve done anything to prevent this Cause every single time I break a board, it gets expensive Luckily, my aunt workin´ as a nurse So every time I needed something, she just reach up in her purse And plus, she´d always give me speeches on the first If I´m stayin´ in her house, then I need to get some work
I tell her I was there on vacation She said, "You need to be doing something other than skatin´ Why don´t you go kick it with your uncle in the basement? I´mma let him know that you comin´, honey, he´s waitin´" So now, it´s me in old school checkered plaid Playing chess, looking through some old school record ads He knew I didn´t really wanna post here Opened up the window and told me that the coast clear And now I coast clear, take a deep breath Feeling like the Pope´s here, homie, this is recess This is each test life´s ever given me A-plus graded by a teacher in a sweet dress
Yes, I´m literally Larnell Lewis with a Kick and a snare, a kickflip in the air The kid´s sick denim jeans, put a rip in a pair Just so the space ain´t restricted in here, breathe again Think it´s obvious that they need my soul My cousin´s after Doe, like re-mi-fa-so I said, "Auntie, this is a safe career" She said, "Drake, I told you there was no skatin´ here"
So I kick, push Kick, push Kick, push Kick, push Coast Fast as the wheels replaced I gotta find another hobby just to fill the space
So I kick, push Kick, push Kick, push Kick, push Coast Peep the way I roll Just a rebel, lookin´ for a place to go So I kick Then push And coast