​Bicycle Day lyrics

[Intro]
Fony Wallace, bi-yatch
Fo-Fo-Fo-Fo-Fony Wallace

[Verse 1]
Gotta get it done
b*tch I'm hot but I never took my f*ckin' sweater off
Call your b*tch up, eat her pus*y like a restaurant
Then I take her to the back and then we get to wrestlin'
I feel like I'm a sub the way I keep it fresh as f*ck
And I'm surfin' in the wave, I keep the pus*y wet as f*ck
Scuba diver on my b*tch, I'm makin sure her head is dunked
Oh, that pus*y boy went missin'? Well you better check the trunk
And that weed you smokin' sussy, boy, you better get the skunk

[Interlude]
I couldn't think of anything to put hеre

[Verse 2]
Something's wrong with my veins
Thе blood doesn't flow like it's supposed to, it's strange
I feel like its blocked, locked, and stopped and contained
My heart has been frozen, that f*cker won't beat
So I pop a few tabs just to rewire my brain
But that sh*t, it doesn't work, I try so hard to f*cking melt
Put the iron on my chest to try and get up out this Hell
Leave a mark up on that b*tch, I put in the shape of L
To remind myself of all the times I got back up and fell
I said I don't know how long I can stay
I'll be here tonight, then I'll run away
I don't fear the light when it touch my face
I don't like who I become in the rain
[Outro]
Fony Wallace, bi-yatch