I ride my bike through the town real fast
The way it roars is bad-ass
Like what like what
“BRRRRRING, BRRRRRRRING”
Hot! Hot! Burned my leg on it
Needs to cool of. And I stop.
Pull on over to the ice cream shop
I eat some cream and hop on my bike
Ride on back to my whores tonight
They say I’m real cute and they buy me clothes
Shh I’ve only got two inches but nobody knows
Back on da bike and make my way back to my place
Still got cream all over my face
When I get back home my momma says with a grin
Hey white boy where the fuck you been?
I smile and laugh and say I been riding my bike.
Next day I get out on my bike and before I go
My dad says wait
Its almost eight, dad I need to go
Dad says today’s the day boy-o.
I sigh, and cry for my precious bike
Is being repaired in a new way
From on since today I only gots
TWO WHEELS
No more
Trike.
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