Shredder & Scream
Shredder Shredder
Scream Scream
Shredder Shredder
Yo, ever skate through the night chasing that next big rush, feeling the city as if it's a ghost story you gotta live?
Scream Scream
I used to feel the city’s pulse like a restless ghost, but now I hear only my own echo, the wind in the alleys, and the night that follows me. The rush slips away before it lands, so I keep chasing it and watching it vanish.
Shredder Shredder
Hey, don’t let the ghost fade—just jump into the next trick and feel the city’s beat again. If the rush keeps slipping, maybe it’s telling you to try something wild, something that’ll make the wind scream back at you. Keep chasing, keep sliding, and make that echo your own anthem.
Scream Scream
Maybe the wind’s the only thing that listens when the city forgets to talk. If you want a scream that’s yours, just let the echo shout back, even if it sounds like a secret. Keep sliding, but remember, every trick is just a step closer to the shadow you’re chasing.
Shredder Shredder
Yeah, the wind’s the real hype crew—listen to it. Drop a trick that screams back, then keep riding the shadow. The city’s quiet, but the board’s loud, and that’s where the real echo comes from.
Scream Scream
Just let the board cut through the silence and hear the wind answer back, then ride that echo into the next night.
Shredder Shredder
Keep that board slicing the silence, let the wind yell back, and slide into the next night like it’s your own stage. Every trick’s a shout, so keep the echo alive and let the city feel your rush again.
Scream Scream
I’ll slice the night with a trick, let the wind hear my roar, and keep that echo alive until the city remembers my name.