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