b-ly & willfake - by psychal lyrics
[ intro ]
i wanna ride my bicycle
c’mon let me ride your bicycle
bicycle? man, that’s backhanded kudos! i couldn’t!
[bridge]
lackadaisical, get the f-ck off my bicycle
[hook]
by psychal, call me i lose my physical
or you will be k!lled by sickle, all because i’m f-ckin’ sick of
( bicycle, bicycle ), f-ck the ( bicycle )
[ verse 1 : b-ly ]
when i was a child, my comrade of life’s will and tv
school and drama, f-cking dolls and toys, beasts and cars
but was painted the scars, while my f-ckin’ father left us har-ssed
so mama’s workin’ hard and there is no bicycle, fine!
playin’ around the yards, all my kiddy’s happiness are cards
they hold whole of ‘em, i’m the one who you called me lil’ d-mn small fries
feels like i’m a moslem with lards, i was appealed with you
until my kind-hearted slave enthrallin’ us to ride ‘em
that gizmo in a week, i couldn’t even try them, fry them b-st-rds
despise us in bamboo? so let me get you bamboozled when you boo-boo
those are as valors brandish me in my neck sharp bamboos
i suceeded to ambush in bushes even if i hit the godd-mn clothes that spinster dry
havin’ sh-ts on my feet, on my knees, and on and on that’s on my feelings
i’ma f-ck the bike, it hurts when my toes stuck in a linchpin
but gracias, god, thanks ‘cause you ain’t makin’ us like the end of finch bird, ‘cause
[hook]
[ verse 2 : willfake ]
i’m a dabbler bicyclist, last time i can’t drive the cycle in cycle of seasons
shove the metal pedal like the slowpokes, fallin’ off made me in the box in a field
full of.. (cut it out!), get bullied, in sand my head’s buried, insane
that i eventually can drive on, struggle of me a muggle that likes snuggle with hard work i thrive on
i’m proud, i scream loud, “i can now!” with a bottle of ice in lock&lock
a lil’ red-blackish cycle on me, feels like all i ever do’s worthy
i think that it’s nice, you think that’s lousy
how aches my achilles’ heel i’ve heal, yeah, that described on my heel
rosy feelin’ that i feel, finally i got jimmy to crack this seal
in a broad daylight and blisterin’ still, i keep warmin’ up with my bro, bill
odds i had, from kiddies to hag, yoyo pats my back, all staminas i pack for cyclin’
but i’ve no time on my watch to wander, i can’t still confront my demons
elevated development for me, unluckily for me, i leave my polygon
and my ability’s kinda only gone
[hook] 2x + [bridge] 3x
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