Biking (Solo)

Lyrics

Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
 Raf movin' slow like a creep
 Shirt in the breeze like I'm sailin'
 And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't–)
 When's the last time I asked for some help that
 I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?
 I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can't–)
 When's the last time I asked for some help that
 I couldn't get from nobody else, yeah? Nobody
 I don't get weak in the knees
 Hundreds spread out like a fan
 Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
 Open the sky, get a handful
 Torso marked up like a vandal
 How you not fuckin' with cash?
 God gave you what you could handle
 Gave you what you could handle
 I got the grip like the handle, and I'm bikin'
 I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
 Hades got the angels
 TV's got the angles, I'm brakin'
 Got-
 Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slo-mo
 Maybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'
 I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
 How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
 The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany brooch
 On my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toast
 The first wedding that I've been in my twenties
 Thinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to own
 Maybe the government got nothin' to do with it
 Thinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
 Think I want me a lil' one that look like my clone
 Me and my baby can't do on our own
 I landed a trick, got my impossibles
 I'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose
 24 hours like they never close
 I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeah
 Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson (ooh)
 I'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles)
 I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rod
 Savage, is bikin', yeah
 Transition lightning (ascending)
 Ashes and remnants of ballers
 Body that's gutted
 A Bentley that used to be flawless
 I'm high up, the raindrops keep fallin'
 Scattered, the showers
 Don't scaffold the towers
 I'm up, mom, I promise
 In class with the honors
 No cheat like I'm honest
 And how did I become so accomplished?
 'Cause I don't see foes
 I just see a code, I just see a hole
 Chinks in your armor
 Like Pac in the Hummer
 Like Jigga in the summer
 Left the house like Obama
 Hit the road like a runner
 Hit the road like Road Runner
 I'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bik-
 I don't get weak in the knees
 Hundreds spread out like a fan
 Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
 Open the sky, get a handful
 Torso marked up like a vandal
 How you not fuckin' with cash?
 God gave you what you could handle
 Gave you what you could handle
 I got the grip like the handle, and I'm bikin'
 I'm bikin' with me and my Daniel
 Hades got the angels
 TV's got the angles, I'm brakin'
 Got, got me fucked up
 Got a million dollar bike
 Got a million dollar bike
 Got, got me fucked up
 Got me fucked up, up
 Million dollar bike
 Got, got me fucked up, up
 Million dollar bike
 Got, got me fucked up
 Got a million dollar bike
 Got a million dollar bike
 Got, got me fucked up
 Got me fucked up, up
 Million dollar bike
 Got, got me fucked up, up
 Million dollar bike
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:32
Key
7
Tempo
148 BPM

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