Biking Near Brown Water

(Conversation) I like to ride a bike so clear now and then I'd like to forget the past and some things I've said I walk the path Weaving in and out So crowds of little people Don'tchya know it's just part of The hike, the bike, The ride, the ride, the real, what's real, yeah? And my throat gets sore, Yelling at you to get off that tube, jux Don'tchya know I wanna go outside at night, Every now and then, it would suffice But then again I've said, just want to bike, along, the path Weaving in and out, the crowd so loud it hurts What's worse: Being in a leaky raft, No way back! No way out, no way out, up down around who's to know, oh! But then again, you know, It don't even matter some points Before things get too fast And I gotta calm myself down, once again, And bike, Down to those places I like Maybe grab a bite? Little, croissant if you'd like? Go down, to that river Looking up at the bridge I wonder if they can see me down From up here! From down there! And I knowww It's only a matter of time Living loud, being up, down and around Just wanna ride, on a bike Oh shit! 6pm? Well damn, gotta split! Got the baby sis! Wonder how she's doing down there? Damn I gotta go!