(I loved that bike)

Face crunching like a sit up

Daylight nudging me like

What

Lady who rides shotgun with me in my dreams look like she was built from

Beams of light and the notes Bobby sung

But still I get up

IV some sounds

Headphones bleeding

Wrote this with a fork dipped in ink for the four seasons

Always on time like falling leaves

Back on the scene with small team of all Firminos

No major going dutch like Seydorf

You ever rode a budget space ship it's no days off

Hit the crates on Hackney Road for the vibrations

Pounds flying like it's weight loss

Probably spent a rack looking for the right sax

More time looking at the past then the strap on my hat

Delay pedals of the heart

Had to deal with some slapback

Win some lose some

Ecology of a bike rack

Win some lose some

Like a borrowed lighter

No telling where you might end up

Like a borrowed lighter

I just wanna hold down my people

Occasionally hold a titty and

Sport something so fresh my sleeve stuck in the loom

If my brothers knew how much love I got for em

They'd be dropping a constant no Diddy

We're like the springtime brooms

We're about to reach the whole city

Like a glove you left on the bus

In the lab with the marble just let me bust

Might just

Catch your boy smiling on CCTV

The man might surmise I agree but

Kissinger dying is why I was cheesing

Listening to Laraaji while eating a five cheeser

Like should I cop the Mindsweeper LP

You tell me

Anyway I digress

Thoughts of a man who's walking everywhere now I guess

I loved that bike

Win some lose some

Like a borrowed lighter

No telling where you might end up

Like a borrowed lighter