Substance-Free Exile

Scratch-hop-drop carve off the bottom
Then snapback in the butterfinger pocket

Slide on in to the liquid-cave
And if you got luck you may just escape

Take the line drive
Gotta take the high-line

To get the speed
The speed that you need

Through the section sling-slang rubberband
Leave a liquid trail leave a liquid fan

Gotta get the speed
Gotta get the speed
Gotta get the speed
Gotta get the speed
The speed that you need

The number-one substance-free exhile
Glide fifty-yards or glide a mile

Give me frieght-train rights
Give me grindy-hollow lefts

Give me rocks, give me reefs
Give me the steep peaks

Give me smalls, give me talls
Give'em to me all

Except for the closed-outs

'cause when it's closed-out don't paddle out

Rather kick it shoreside
Eating icecreams eating cherry pies

Gotta get the speed
Gotta get the speed
Gotta get the speed
Gotta get the speed
The speed that you need

And maybe if I'm feeling inspired
I'll sculpt or scribe or even change your tire

Gotta alotta loves in this life
But one's extra special she makes me feel right

She's real curvy and she's always wet
She never talks back or messes with my head

And when I'm feeling that need of needs
She gives it up to me she gives me speed

Gotta get the speed
Gotta get the speed
Gotta get the speed
Gotta get the speed
The speed that you need