Lyrics:
Ify don't dull me I no dull and I no fit dull
Life na dice rolling like bicycle tire
Eye no dey qualified to shalaye wetin he see for the grind
Omo no
come by later on
And they'll all pretend nothing is wrong
He's got bicycle tires and lawnmower parts
Miles of wires and kitchen drawer knobs
to change the rules.
Your bicycle tires got flat
And you really got fat
Old hungry eyes
Ooooh
Ooooh
Ohh the calories,
Calories that you burn
With every
Lightnin', leather on my six-speed bike
Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes
Popsicles for the Klondikes, pop pop wheelies on the dirty bikes
15
ground
And the TV glowed that long hot summer
With all the cities burning down
And the stones in the road
Flew out beneath our bicycle tires
Worlds
At the sacred burial ground
And the TV glowed that long hot summer
With all the cities burning down
And the stones in the road
Flew out from our bicycle
ground
And the TV glowed that long hot summer
With all the cities burning down
And the stones in the road
Flew out beneath our bicycle tires
Worlds
ground
And the TV glowed that long hot summer
With all the cities burning down
And the stones in the road
Flew out beneath our bicycle tires
Worlds
Problem no dey finish o eh
Miracle no dey end o eh ah eh
Wahala be like bicycle eh
Miracle no dey tire jesus oh eh
Ayeh o ah ah eh
Aiyeh Aiyeh
Aiyeh
reasons for
Hanging and burning upon a tree
Bicycle tire to guide me
A light in the night I can't walk towards
The street has a dark end that's ours no
cyclical storm
Melt the tip of this psychical icicle's warmth
Til the bicycle's tires are worn, I scorn no man stan
Naturally we're children of the corn
Not
babies from the southern state
Blood brothers burning rubber off our bicycle tires all day
Well, looking at you then was like staring myself in the face
What was left of the rain? I could hear under my bicycle tires
What was left of your love? I could feel like the steam from a fire
What is left
of silence
My flow just overdosed from the coronavirus
Look, I'm the Michael to Myers
When I say I bring the pump, it ain't for bicycle tires, get it
them in the middle of the lawn
Tools for cutting wire and a bicycle tire are stuck up in the shed
Nothing changed since I've been gone
The sound
to acquire, never to retire
Car rear-ended, back bicycle tire, could've been a scene, man, that's when I seen that defeat
Weren't meant for me
That's when I
Cantaloupe son
Rising to collect his perspectives
Chancellor one
Ties his foot to his brain
Endlessly tired
Searching for a tidbit o'cucurbit
Bicycle
And red wine and bicycle tires
There's something running through my blood again Did you see me under those lights?
I'm learning to fly
I'm gonna be fine
But
The lingering scent of new mown hay
Bicycle tires grinding on gravel roads
Cicadas humming the heat waves of the day
Going like sixty in a beeline down
lights cicadas
And crickets were silent
And the train tracks
Like stitches skidding bicycle tires
As I slipped in my Joan Jett of Arc
Cinematic,I was cynical on the city bus
Literary wrote lyrics like I thought I was
We were sleeping ,racing for the future
Bicycle tires ,spinning revolution
can't believe what I'm seeing as we roll down the boardwalk
my bicycle tires are turning and I'm learning to take it easier
theres a melody in
a roundabout of heroin
Destroys you, and grabs you, yea it takes you with
Such a loss, if there's a God, I hope he lets you in
Bicycle racks, my tires hitting
Trouser cuffs hung far too wide
Well it was up to me
Tire's down on your bicycle
Your nose feels feels like an icicle
The yellow fingered smoky
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