Skateboard

[Produced by Markis Precise] [Intro: Fashawn] Yeah... yeah... young F Uh huh... yeah... uhh... uhh... [Verse 1: Fashawn] I knew you was mine the first time I gripped you So many others on the menu but I had to have you Case you ever snapped, I had two One on the side, one just to ride when the other one acting up Roll with me and got matching trunks One clean, while the other one catching dust, uh How about you and me, lets paint the town like No one else exists but two when we skating around, right, huh I can't deny it, nor keep quiet, this kind of love No, she's so worth it, so perfect, can I tell you what you remind me of You remind me [Hook: Fashawn] You remind me of my skateboard, baby Cause I wanna ride ya, I wanna ride ya Something like my grip tape, yeah Cause I can't wait to lay you down And I plan on grinding all night, yeah Til the sun comes up or them cop lights flash I'ma play the top, you just play the bottom As long as you rolling, you know that I'm riding, uh huh [Verse 2: Fashawn] I'm bout to slam it like a car door, keep you on all four Give you it hardcore, how you deserve it You already know the ledge, live life over the edge I fucked with you on the reg, look at all this blood that I bled I took the fall but I got up, brushed myself off and I kept skating Right to where you were located, that ass deserving ovation Time with you, never wasted And our conversations are spoken mainly through body language Concept is complicated, before I grind I'ma need some wax This kind of coping don't crack I prefer to keep my Vans on when I'm climbing in from the back Could say I'm keeping her grounded, and she keep me on wood My bottom bitch, I admit, I don't treat you like I should, nah [Hook: Fashawn] You remind me of my skateboard, baby Cause I wanna ride ya, I wanna ride ya Something like my grip tape, yeah Cause I can't wait to lay you down And I plan on grinding all night, yeah Til the sun comes up or them cop lights flash I'ma play the top, you just play the bottom As long as you rolling, you know that I'm riding, uh huh [Verse 3: Fashawn] There should be no debate on where you came from Birth place that Golden State, I roll the 8, point 5, 9 plied No roller blades on my toes, before this thing went in vogue I was still skating on bones, even had a brigade of my own Anxious, couldn't wait to leave home, yeah To hit a curb or some stairs, put the herb in the air To drop in a verd I was scared I had a board I named Medina after a broad I was seeing Both remind me of each other And the reason I knew it would end in peaces And I'd have to find another, treat that rubber like a helmet That was advice from my brother Treat my wood like my woman, and my woman like my wood Oh yeah she bad, she bad, and that's bad, meaning good You remind me [Hook: Fashawn] You remind me of my skateboard, baby Cause I wanna ride ya, I wanna ride ya Something like my grip tape, yeah Cause I can't wait to lay you down And I plan on grinding all night, yeah Til the sun comes up or them cop lights flash I'ma play the top, you just play the bottom As long as you rolling, you know that I'm riding, uh huh