Bikes!
Bikes, motherfucker.
I've got to roll out from the San Francisco airport
Nineteen ninety eight ninety one ninety
Bikes!
Bikes, motherfucker!
I'm kicking it high school from forty feet
I got a one two three four Sound check
(Sound check!)
Bikes!
I need some motherfucking bikes
I need to pedal from 'frisco to Belgium
One speed decked out with fake decals
Huffy for the knees, ninety degrees
To the sidewalk
Gray boulder ornament
Concrete ledge five foot jump
Backflip somersault
Biking motherfucker!
Kick it high school face bruise one time on the
Dead corner by the house ten people (fifteen) twenty people
Walked through one time
I nailed it.
Helmet explosion we need some
Bikes!
We need the bikes to roll through the forest
Fake forest
February blood brother
Library card!
The man next door made duck calls through the fence
May morning, Telemundo vans
Suicidal father in law
Interrupted
Bikes!
Motherfucking bikes hanging from the ceiling.
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