BIG HILLS small wheels
Missing young days Gotta get away
Missin chillin in the streets till it gets late
Skate parks Half assed till the next day
Jumping over cracks in a car park flip tray
Gatorade sax or a half pipe
Never any good but i laugh right
Last night I had a dream spent livin as a teen
Missing chilling with the homies
Now I wonder how ya been
It's been a while
now there's miles in-between
As a child it was never what it seemed
Seemed hard now i get it what they mean
When your older your never with the team
Growing up, I thought I understood
Didn't realise, I had it really good
Knock on wood that I got it right now
Don't wish I could but I can't turn round
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
Big dreams
No bills
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
Big dreams
No bills
One time we broke into a bottleshop
Ah Relax it was shut down already
Coasters in a bin is what we got
They had taken all the bevies
We did get a jar of whiskey though
And a bit of sarsaparilla
Went to trade it for a roach
And took the whiskey to the fella
Cops pulled us up maybe halfway
We had to try to act straight
All good as we skate way till
Jake slips and the jar breaks
Nights like that with a backpack
Living just for fun with a bag packed
Bottleshop towns for a ransack Responsibilities on the back track
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
Big dreams
No bills
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
Big dreams
No bills
Too long since I seen ya
So Let's go and get a beer
Too long since I seen ya
So let's go get in some trouble
I guess it Felt like hell at the time
Aged well not unlike a fine wine
Like a lifetime passed in the meantime
Seems fine doing little Ollie's in the street line
Big fights with with my mates over small things
All goods when it's settled with a few drinks
Got my first ink by a fella with no fingers
It's trash but the memory still lingers
I don't really wanna go back na
Life's pretty good, na really it's better
I got a wad of cash and a black car
I just wanna get the boys back together
Moral of the story is
Appreciate every moment um
Slow down sniff the roses
Don't get lost the in momentum
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
I miss you
Let's chill
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
I miss you
Let's chill
Missin chillin in the streets till it gets late
Skate parks Half assed till the next day
Jumping over cracks in a car park flip tray
Gatorade sax or a half pipe
Never any good but i laugh right
Last night I had a dream spent livin as a teen
Missing chilling with the homies
Now I wonder how ya been
It's been a while
now there's miles in-between
As a child it was never what it seemed
Seemed hard now i get it what they mean
When your older your never with the team
Growing up, I thought I understood
Didn't realise, I had it really good
Knock on wood that I got it right now
Don't wish I could but I can't turn round
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
Big dreams
No bills
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
Big dreams
No bills
One time we broke into a bottleshop
Ah Relax it was shut down already
Coasters in a bin is what we got
They had taken all the bevies
We did get a jar of whiskey though
And a bit of sarsaparilla
Went to trade it for a roach
And took the whiskey to the fella
Cops pulled us up maybe halfway
We had to try to act straight
All good as we skate way till
Jake slips and the jar breaks
Nights like that with a backpack
Living just for fun with a bag packed
Bottleshop towns for a ransack Responsibilities on the back track
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
Big dreams
No bills
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
Big dreams
No bills
Too long since I seen ya
So Let's go and get a beer
Too long since I seen ya
So let's go get in some trouble
I guess it Felt like hell at the time
Aged well not unlike a fine wine
Like a lifetime passed in the meantime
Seems fine doing little Ollie's in the street line
Big fights with with my mates over small things
All goods when it's settled with a few drinks
Got my first ink by a fella with no fingers
It's trash but the memory still lingers
I don't really wanna go back na
Life's pretty good, na really it's better
I got a wad of cash and a black car
I just wanna get the boys back together
Moral of the story is
Appreciate every moment um
Slow down sniff the roses
Don't get lost the in momentum
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
I miss you
Let's chill
Big hills
Small wheels
Good times
Cheap thrills
Big hills
Small wheels
I miss you
Let's chill
Credits
Writer(s): Zac Thomaa
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