I can ride my bike With no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars ‘Cause I ate a lotta shit Tryna get where I’m at Used to daydream this during seminars
All I ever wanted was a dirt bike Was a dirt bike Was a dirt bike I don’t miss much ‘Bout the simple times But a tank of gas And the sunkissed lines
Hit the footy gap I’m wearing Jordans Wait run that shit back Did you record it? “YZ125” I’m wippin’ foreigns Got the pillow grip ‘Cause it’s important
Out of gas, out of road Don’t know which way I’m gonna go Hit the dirt-path and I hit the full throttle Hit the backpack and I hit the whole bottle
Out of gas, out of road Don’t know which way I’m gonna go Hit a dirt-path and I hit the full throttle Hit the backpack and I hit the whole bottle
I can ride my bike With no handlebars No handlebars No handlebars ‘Cause I ate a lotta shit Tryna get where I’m at Used to daydream this during seminars
All I ever wanted was a dirt bike Was a dirt bike Was a dirt bike I don’t miss much ‘Bout the simple times But a tank of gas And the sunkissed lines
Out of gas, out of road Don’t know which way I’m gonna go Hit the dirt-path and I hit the full throttle Hit the backpack and I hit the whole bottle Out of gas, out of road Don’t know which way I’m gonna go Hit the dirt-path and I hit the full throttle Hit the backpack and I hit the whole bottle