Album: Record Collection (2010)
Charted: 17
  • I run around town, around round the town
    With the pedal to the metal
    The pedal to whatever
    I run around town, around round the town
    With the pedal to the metal
    The pedal to whatever
    I run around town, around round the town
    With the pedal to the metal
    The pedal to whatever
    I run around town, around round the town
    With the pedal to the me
    The pedal to whatever

    Shootin' round these tricky bends
    I hear a conversation in my head
    Thinkin' of the place to be
    I sing a little melody instead
    I won't argue with myself,
    Today my legs are gettin' some help.
    My mama tells me I should stop
    Go and get a real job
    That can't be the way that I roll
    And everybody's growing up,
    Having kids and paying rent
    And I'm getting count of it all

    [Chorus]
    Gonna ride my bike until I get home
    Gonna ride my bike until I get home
    Gonna ride my bike until I get home
    Gonna ride my bike until I get home

    Thinking 'bout the girl I met,
    A phone call that I haven't made yet.
    All the things I've done this week,
    And all the things I should've done instead.
    I sweep the pavements and the parks,
    I hope I get home before its dark

    My mama tells me I should stop
    Go and get a real job
    That can't be the way that I roll
    And everybody's growing up, having kids and paying rent
    And I'm getting count of it all

    [Chorus]

    I can't understand it, but I can't really stand them
    Girls love cars, cars cause harm to the planet
    Don't you wanna take a joyride on my tandem
    Humming on a huffy, don't I look so handsome
    Bass to bikes there so nice there priceless
    Working on my calves, the triceps to biceps,
    Bypass the gas stop at traffic lights
    I get a round round without a driver's license
    Hello (hello) you walking, (farewell) farewell I'm off then
    And I'm whipping through the city
    With a forty and a fifty Polly popping on my wheelie

    My mama tells me I should stop
    Go and get a real job
    That can't be the way that I roll
    And everybody's growing up,
    Having kids and paying rent
    And I'm getting count of it all

    [Chorus]

    And I'm whipping through the city
    With forty and a fifty Polly popping on my wheelie

    [Chorus] Writer/s: NAEEM JUWAN HANKS, VICTOR AXELROD, DAVID MCCABE, HOMER STEINWEISS, MARK RONSON, THOMAS BRENNECK
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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