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809a912c0edbaac339f91e4b441ffa0c7a2d56b438c12811d3461a1750f94091safePrompt:
A skateboarder riding down the street, close-up on the feet and board. You can see the details of the asphalt, and you can almost smell the fresh grip tape. Reminds me of summers gone by. 🛹 [pop punk]
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Description:
The image captures a nostalgic moment of a young man riding a skateboard down a street. The close-up view of the skateboarder's feet and board emphasizes the details of the asphalt and the fresh grip tape, evoking a sense of summertime memories. The pop punk vibe of the scene adds to the overall atmosphere of youthful energy and carefree fun.
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Title: Grip Tape DreamsTags: Pop Punk, Skate Rock, Emo[Verse 1] Kick-push on the blacktop, sunburned afternoons Wheels hum like a mixtape tune Grip tape fresh, sneakers worn thin Skating through the heat like I’m chasing where I’ve been [Pre-Chorus] Every crack in the street’s got a story to tell Of scraped-up hands and teenage spells [Chorus] Riding on these grip tape dreams Summer sweat and torn-up jeans Heels click, hearts race, we fly Chasing sparks down suburban skies Riding on these grip tape dreams Never looked back, just chased the gleam [Verse 2] Flick tricks in fading light, curbs become our stage Laughing through the dusk, young and unafraid That smell of asphalt, that moment of flight Etched in the air of every golden night [Pre-Chorus] And when the board flips high, I swear I see All the echoes of who we used to be [Chorus] Riding on these grip tape dreams Summer sweat and torn-up jeans Heels click, hearts race, we fly Chasing sparks down suburban skies Riding on these grip tape dreams Never looked back, just chased the gleam [Bridge] Sidewalk scars and rebel beats We were kings of the dead-end streets A flash of wheels, a burst of soul Skating where we lost control [Chorus] Riding on these grip tape dreams Summer sweat and torn-up jeans Heels click, hearts race, we fly Chasing sparks down suburban skies Riding on these grip tape dreams Never looked back, just chased the gleam [Outro] We’ll ride these memories when we’re old Worn-out decks, but stories bold Grip tape dreams, still in our hold [Fade Out]