Mauve

I just wanna hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave Hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave I just wanna hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave Hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave Remember I was back home, always riding bikes But I can't do that here, Atlanta traffic ain't that nice Don't even use turning signal when they tryna go right Man, I missed the lane, where it was me and friends Go wherever next day, wake up, do it again Twenty dollars in my pocket, grandma gave me for the week So I go to the store, grab something to eat Before I take a detour to wherever I go and meet my friends In the west and to the east, group up, head to the river tree Hit the box, park the fleet and talk to girls that we wanna meet Got a couple numbers and see how far I could get Now she on my handlebars and asking me where we are I don't know, but the ride's name is Mauve, and its better than the car Cause I can't pop a wheelie with you on Man, it's just, you don't know when those times are good times until they're gone And I hate saying that, cause I love living in the moment, but it's the truth I just wanna hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave Hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave I just wanna hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave Hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave Man I miss those times, times, times Had nothing to do, hop up on the ride Named them my favorite color at the time Time, time Man I miss those times, times, times Man I miss those times, times, times Had nothing to do, hop up on the ride Named them my favorite color at the time Time, time Man I miss those times, times, times I just wanna hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave Hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave I just wanna hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike Wait, wait Hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave