August Kamp Kickflip
[Kids talking]
Kid 1: Woah! That was a nice double kickflip
Kid 2: That was a varial kickflip
Kid 1: Oh it looked like a double
Kid 3: Can I borrow your board real fast?
Kid 1: I got that on film too
Kid 4: Awesome!
Kid 1: What do you got to say to the camera?
[Chorus]
You take my wrist that's close enough
You make my list to make things rough
My hands are still my own to shake
Quiet please I'm waking up
[Chorus]
You take my wrist that's close enough
You make my list to make things rough
My hands are still my own to shake
Quiet please I'm waking up
[Verse 1]
Daily, hold my hand out to the glass again
It reaches me okay
Maybe I'll get my head to move fast again
And end up worth something more
You would never really believe me
If I told you what I thought I'd be by twenty
But soon I'll be twenty
[Verse 2]
God, it makes me feel so small
To feel so old and look so young
I'm not afraid anymore to grow
[Chorus]
You take my wrist that's close enough
You make my list to make things rough
My hands are still my own to shake
Quiet please I'm waking up