Free Board

Woke up with my brain in a traffic jam Bills on the counter phone in my hand Group chat crying about the nine to five I'm just trying not to lose my mind So I grab my deck from the bedroom floor Grip tape peeling trucks feel worn One push out of that sliding door And the whole world don't feel like war Concrete rivers under my wheels Every crack sings No as I can't ignore Every push is one more mile Between my stress and my crooked smile Yeah, we're broke, but we're still high On busty shoes and painted skies If life gets heavy, meet me by the curb We'll ride till nothing hurts on a freeboard Pain in a rail and a place to meet Every slam's just proof we tried Every scar's a story we survived They can keep their perfect plans We got grip tape on our hands Cause this is our free board Take it out and grow up, act mature Every yolly over doubt and fear If the world feels like a closing door We'll carve another line on a free board Maybe we'll get ultrate dex for ties But I hope some part of us still tries To bomb that hill inside our heads To outrun all the words they say One push and something starts to break in a good way Like a chain gun slack like the kid we were Finally coming back All the junk we can't afford Every crack, every light, every turn Is one more place our wheels have learned Yeah, we're broke, but we're still rich In busted rails and gravel kicks If life feels like a losing score We'll keep rollin' out the door on a free board Ride until the street lights call us home When the world feels locked and bored Meet me there I'll bring the free board