Story Behind The Song
Built in early '09 for a snowboarding video game trailer.
Song Description
Each verse focuses on a different extreme sport.
Verse 1; Skydiving
Verse 2; Motocross
Verse 3; Extreme Snowboarding
Song Length |
3:23 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern, Rap - Progressive |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Ecstatic, On Cloud Nine |
Subject |
Excitement, Athlete, Sports |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Hit the ramp gunnin'
At the speed of sound
Hit the deck so hard
We ain't ever comin' down
We high
We high
We high
We high
Jumpin' outta birds
About a mile high
We come down so fast
That you'll never know why
We fly
We fly
We fly
We fly
Hell naw it aint high enough
Gimme twentyfive feet then fire me up
I said I'm comin' down sideways
Look out below
Betta duck and cova suckka
Cause I'm outta control
Float like a buttafly
Sting like a bee
You gonna need wings
If ya wanna follow me
Say Wha! Wha!
What was that sound
You'll never see me comin man
I'm Fallin through the clouds
It'a bird it's a plane
It's a comet it's a train
Naw it's jut me homie
Know I make it rain
Got time for two mo loops
Before we get loose
Get real low and
Have to Pull the chutes
Got the wind in my helmet
Got the wind in my face
Got the sun at my back
It's a straight down race
With eyes wide open
My arms at my side
I take one last breath
It's a hell of a ride
We fly
Hit the ramp gunnin'
At the speed of sound
Hit the deck so hard
We ain't ever comin' down
We high
We high
We high
We high
Jumpin' outta birds
About a mile high
We come down so fast
That you'll never know why
We fly
We fly
We fly
We fly
when you hit the ramp yo
Ya best throttle correct
Betta hold on tight
An protect ya neck
Cause when you hit the ground runnin'
At one hundred and two
Betta land straight fam
There aint nothin' you can do
If ya brakes fall off
And ya bikes on fire
Pull the clutch
Drop a gear and
Light the tire
Stand up straight
Let the handle bar go
Put your hand up right
And just go with the flow
There ain't nothing like flyin'
Minus wings or a bag
Just a big bad bike
And a gallon of gas
With A little blue bottle
I got plans to pass
Anything and everything
That s not so fast
When I hit the switch yo
You betta stand in place
The sheer force of ignition
Will collapse ya face
You'll hear the bike wind up
The wheels lock down
Everbody gimme room
I'm about to tear it down
Hit the ramp gunnin'
At the speed of sound
Hit the deck so hard
We ain't ever comin' down
We high
We high
We high
We high
Jumpin' outta birds
About a mile high
We come down so fast
That you'll never know why
We fly
We fly
We fly
We fly
I'm comin' down the mountain
Man forget the rope
I gotta nice wide deck
And a big fat slope
Gotta get to 35
Before I hit the yoke
Kick the ramp
Pull it back
Man I aint no joke
Boutta hour later know
I come back down
Hit the powder so hard
I can't be found
Come out the other side
With the force of a rocket
Gravity tries but even she
Can't stop it
Comin' back fakie for my
Next big hit
Jumpin' over people houses
And the biggest ski lifts
So trust me when I tell you
Ya boy goes hard
I'll hit a ramp at my house
And end up in
Your yard
Big air alone ain't enough for me
Combine big boy jumps
With my need for speed
You get one nutty dude
With a reason to feed
The dare devil
That's inside of me
Hit the ramp gunnin'
At the speed of sound
Hit the deck so hard
We ain't ever comin' down
We high
We high
We high
We high
Jumpin' outta birds
About a mile high
We come down so fast
That you'll never know why
We fly
We fly
We fly
We fly