Freshies

The word traverse is what I like to avoid
My hobbies include popping ollies off an asteroid
Felling the flow of the snow as we go
The sun makes you blush in the slush
You should know
Fifty on the nose
Trim nails on the toes
Full charge on the pod
When it dies it blows
Like the wind
Again and again
It’s stingin my nerve ends
The chills they send
And the bend in my knee
It makes me see
That this can be free
If you hike up the trees
Use them as a hand-hold brave and bold
In the cold
So I’m told
Floatin' on the freshies
(scatting)
Use 'em as a hand-hold brave and bold
You know it’s not my thing
Too much work that it brings
Stick me on a lift
Stick a lighter in my fist
I’m fightin for the flame it becomes a game
Pull jacket over brain
Works magic like David Blaine
Levitatin, elevatin, glass box vegetatin
Simulate, stimulate
Distract yourself from the constant straight
Goofy-footed, poofy hooded
Left side as I’m shootin through the trees
Just like the breeze
As I’m floatin on the freshies
Floatin on the Freshies