Hey, I got the fix to all of your problems
Oh, and all the things you get when you're feeling down
Yeah, this town ain't big enough for my curtain call
And you'd give your feet to walk in my shoes
Look out
I got my rags on
Like a pipe bomb
And I can feel it inside
And every beat is aimed at my centre
I make the birds fly
Real fly
There ain't no such thing as breaking my Tuesday
And I got my peeps beflexin' my style, yeah
I got my rags on
Like a pipe bomb
And I can feel it inside
Ride on
Head long
And I can feel it from my hat right down to my shoes
That the city's like a flame that's lighting my fuse and
I got the rhythm and you keep the blues
I got my rags on
Like a pipe bomb
And I can feel it inside
Ride on
Head long
And I can feel it inside
My hat right down to my shoes and
This city is lighting my fuse and
I got the rhythm and you keep the blues
My hat right down to my shoes and
This city is lighting my fuse and
I got the rhythm and you keep the blues
Ride on (Ride on)
Head long (Head long)
Ride on (Ride on)
Yeah
Ride on (Ride on)
Head long (Head long)
Ride on (Ride on)
Yeah
My hat right down to my shoes and
This city is lighting my fuse and
I got the rhythm and you keep the blues