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Jon the Journalist - Bike Ride (feat. Indite) Lyrics



Jon the Journalist - Bike Ride (feat. Indite) Lyrics




You ever sit and wonder what your life would be like
If you never had to grow old, still riding your bike, yeah me too

I would pedal that stuff hard like I was off to the races
I was rocking some kswiss got my walkman and tapes in
I remember once the handle bars fell off of the frame
While I was meeting some new friends all awkward and strange
Those the homies those that know me know how often I came
Around riding that bike like I was caught in a game
Takin jumps off some stumps like I was sponsored and paid
Those the days, no stakes I just wanted to play
But then I parked i leaned it with the kickstand
That's when life got hard, like we knee deep in the quick sand
So now I watch my kids while that weaving in the distance
With a big grin and sit and think how much I miss this
Life's a trip and I might admit it really hurts a bit
If you quit pedaling you better quickly learn to kick
No ones promising you happiness or perfectness
Sometimes it's fear and loathing so I'm rolling with the journalist

You ever sit and wonder what your life would be like
If you never had to grow old, still riding your bike, yeah me too
You ever sit and wonder what your life would be like
If you never had to grow old, still riding your bike, yeah me too

Hey Ma, I'm heading out, I'll be home when the lights come on
Did I eat, yeah no doubt. grabbed my cap, hopped on my bike I'm gone
Let my imagination zone as I'm spitting on this on this microphone
Bumping Tupac's Life Goes On
The streets done taught me right from wrong
Catch me if can, playing tag up in the streets
Escaping a troubled house that demanded defeat
So I laced up the british knights tight, snug up on my feet
I was small, but played big like a micromachine eh
I remember waking up, getting ready for school
Eating Cheerios and watching episodes of Scooby Doo
Not a worry in my way other than when homework was due
Ripped knees, in my jeans because those grass games were true
So true, more true than anything that I do now
Surprised of where am at because as a kid I was too wild
If you could walk a mile in my shoes, bet not two miles
I'm gonna put my feet to the peddles and start a new style

You ever sit and wonder what your life would be like
If you never had to grow old, still riding your bike, yeah me too
You ever sit and wonder what your life would be like
If you never had to grow old, still riding your bike, yeah me too
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You ever sit and wonder what your life would be like
If you never had to grow old, still riding your bike, yeah me too

I would pedal that stuff hard like I was off to the races
I was rocking some kswiss got my walkman and tapes in
I remember once the handle bars fell off of the frame
While I was meeting some new friends all awkward and strange
Those the homies those that know me know how often I came
Around riding that bike like I was caught in a game
Takin jumps off some stumps like I was sponsored and paid
Those the days, no stakes I just wanted to play
But then I parked i leaned it with the kickstand
That's when life got hard, like we knee deep in the quick sand
So now I watch my kids while that weaving in the distance
With a big grin and sit and think how much I miss this
Life's a trip and I might admit it really hurts a bit
If you quit pedaling you better quickly learn to kick
No ones promising you happiness or perfectness
Sometimes it's fear and loathing so I'm rolling with the journalist

You ever sit and wonder what your life would be like
If you never had to grow old, still riding your bike, yeah me too
You ever sit and wonder what your life would be like
If you never had to grow old, still riding your bike, yeah me too

Hey Ma, I'm heading out, I'll be home when the lights come on
Did I eat, yeah no doubt. grabbed my cap, hopped on my bike I'm gone
Let my imagination zone as I'm spitting on this on this microphone
Bumping Tupac's Life Goes On
The streets done taught me right from wrong
Catch me if can, playing tag up in the streets
Escaping a troubled house that demanded defeat
So I laced up the british knights tight, snug up on my feet
I was small, but played big like a micromachine eh
I remember waking up, getting ready for school
Eating Cheerios and watching episodes of Scooby Doo
Not a worry in my way other than when homework was due
Ripped knees, in my jeans because those grass games were true
So true, more true than anything that I do now
Surprised of where am at because as a kid I was too wild
If you could walk a mile in my shoes, bet not two miles
I'm gonna put my feet to the peddles and start a new style

You ever sit and wonder what your life would be like
If you never had to grow old, still riding your bike, yeah me too
You ever sit and wonder what your life would be like
If you never had to grow old, still riding your bike, yeah me too
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Writer: Jonathan Chen, Ryan Erlandson
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