Shoutout LBB
Shoutout Apace
Shoutout BBCh
Shoutout Bikey Venky
Shoutout C3 Racing
Let's go!
Got a few things between our legs like
Balls of steel and a carbon fiber bike
We like our cycles light and Lycra tight
We don't obsess about the power numbers
PSYCH!
What you know 'bout a Tour of Thekkady
Climbing em mountains in the heat till your leg's putty
Count 'em calories you get dropped if you get chubby
Or the feeling of doing a personal best Nandi
If you really bout it you better go to bed hungry
If we racing then I don't care if you my best buddy
This here really isn't a game where you get lucky
If you wanna win then you better do your prep study buddy
My VO2's my G-O to in bed (69)
You smoke weed? I'll smoke you instead
See my crew? The Di2 won't save you now
Cuz you know that we fight to the death
To outsiders we might seem insane
We just do we don't try to explain
No excuses we ride in the rain
It's gon' hurt but we thrive in the pain
Mirror mirror on the wall
(Who got the) highest FTP of all
(Boy do you) see 'em medals on the wall
(You know that) this ain't racing it's a brawl
(Straight up!) Boy you ever seen a Gaur
(Gaur squad!) Practically a minotaur
(Frikkin' huge!) Add a chapter to the lore
(Yeah boy!) Yeah we crazy to the core
This story isn't rags to riches
It's turning skinny jeans into baggy britches
Ignoring the peril when we stomp on the pedal
Turning whole lotta pain into a handful of medals
And we're not gonna settle for second place
We setting the pace so get in the paceline or we jetting away
We going at each other's necks in a race
We never hitting the brakes so don't you ever step in the way
You really gon' attack when I'm popping a gel huh?
You couldn't drop me if I'm stopping at shell bruh
You really wanna drop me you better be riding a scooter popping a Ruger
Or your ass better be driving an Uber!
Ever think about taking a pull granny
Yeah I see you faking a pulled hammy
We keeping a tool handy so if I were you
Then I would really think twice about making a bull angry
Mirror mirror on the wall
(Who got the) highest FTP of all
(Boy do you) see 'em medals on the wall
(You know that) this ain't racing it's a brawl
(Straight up!) Boy you ever seen a Gaur
(Gaur squad!) Practically a minotaur
(Frikkin' huge!) Add a chapter to the lore
(Yeah boy!) Yeah we crazy to the core
From the north to the southside
Whether indoors or its outside
Put your hands up if you bike ride
Everything's gon' be alright
Whether you ride for the pro teams
Or you ride to get groceries
If you've ever been a cyclist
You know there's nothing quite like this
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Shoutout LBB
Shoutout Apace
Shoutout BBCh
Shoutout Bikey Venky
Shoutout C3 Racing
Let's go!
Got a few things between our legs like
Balls of steel and a carbon fiber bike
We like our cycles light and Lycra tight
We don't obsess about the power numbers
PSYCH!
What you know 'bout a Tour of Thekkady
Climbing em mountains in the heat till your leg's putty
Count 'em calories you get dropped if you get chubby
Or the feeling of doing a personal best Nandi
If you really bout it you better go to bed hungry
If we racing then I don't care if you my best buddy
This here really isn't a game where you get lucky
If you wanna win then you better do your prep study buddy
My VO2's my G-O to in bed (69)
You smoke weed? I'll smoke you instead
See my crew? The Di2 won't save you now
Cuz you know that we fight to the death
To outsiders we might seem insane
We just do we don't try to explain
No excuses we ride in the rain
It's gon' hurt but we thrive in the pain
Mirror mirror on the wall
(Who got the) highest FTP of all
(Boy do you) see 'em medals on the wall
(You know that) this ain't racing it's a brawl
(Straight up!) Boy you ever seen a Gaur
(Gaur squad!) Practically a minotaur
(Frikkin' huge!) Add a chapter to the lore
(Yeah boy!) Yeah we crazy to the core
This story isn't rags to riches
It's turning skinny jeans into baggy britches
Ignoring the peril when we stomp on the pedal
Turning whole lotta pain into a handful of medals
And we're not gonna settle for second place
We setting the pace so get in the paceline or we jetting away
We going at each other's necks in a race
We never hitting the brakes so don't you ever step in the way
You really gon' attack when I'm popping a gel huh?
You couldn't drop me if I'm stopping at shell bruh
You really wanna drop me you better be riding a scooter popping a Ruger
Or your ass better be driving an Uber!
Ever think about taking a pull granny
Yeah I see you faking a pulled hammy
We keeping a tool handy so if I were you
Then I would really think twice about making a bull angry
Mirror mirror on the wall
(Who got the) highest FTP of all
(Boy do you) see 'em medals on the wall
(You know that) this ain't racing it's a brawl
(Straight up!) Boy you ever seen a Gaur
(Gaur squad!) Practically a minotaur
(Frikkin' huge!) Add a chapter to the lore
(Yeah boy!) Yeah we crazy to the core
From the north to the southside
Whether indoors or its outside
Put your hands up if you bike ride
Everything's gon' be alright
Whether you ride for the pro teams
Or you ride to get groceries
If you've ever been a cyclist
You know there's nothing quite like this
Shoutout Apace
Shoutout BBCh
Shoutout Bikey Venky
Shoutout C3 Racing
Let's go!
Got a few things between our legs like
Balls of steel and a carbon fiber bike
We like our cycles light and Lycra tight
We don't obsess about the power numbers
PSYCH!
What you know 'bout a Tour of Thekkady
Climbing em mountains in the heat till your leg's putty
Count 'em calories you get dropped if you get chubby
Or the feeling of doing a personal best Nandi
If you really bout it you better go to bed hungry
If we racing then I don't care if you my best buddy
This here really isn't a game where you get lucky
If you wanna win then you better do your prep study buddy
My VO2's my G-O to in bed (69)
You smoke weed? I'll smoke you instead
See my crew? The Di2 won't save you now
Cuz you know that we fight to the death
To outsiders we might seem insane
We just do we don't try to explain
No excuses we ride in the rain
It's gon' hurt but we thrive in the pain
Mirror mirror on the wall
(Who got the) highest FTP of all
(Boy do you) see 'em medals on the wall
(You know that) this ain't racing it's a brawl
(Straight up!) Boy you ever seen a Gaur
(Gaur squad!) Practically a minotaur
(Frikkin' huge!) Add a chapter to the lore
(Yeah boy!) Yeah we crazy to the core
This story isn't rags to riches
It's turning skinny jeans into baggy britches
Ignoring the peril when we stomp on the pedal
Turning whole lotta pain into a handful of medals
And we're not gonna settle for second place
We setting the pace so get in the paceline or we jetting away
We going at each other's necks in a race
We never hitting the brakes so don't you ever step in the way
You really gon' attack when I'm popping a gel huh?
You couldn't drop me if I'm stopping at shell bruh
You really wanna drop me you better be riding a scooter popping a Ruger
Or your ass better be driving an Uber!
Ever think about taking a pull granny
Yeah I see you faking a pulled hammy
We keeping a tool handy so if I were you
Then I would really think twice about making a bull angry
Mirror mirror on the wall
(Who got the) highest FTP of all
(Boy do you) see 'em medals on the wall
(You know that) this ain't racing it's a brawl
(Straight up!) Boy you ever seen a Gaur
(Gaur squad!) Practically a minotaur
(Frikkin' huge!) Add a chapter to the lore
(Yeah boy!) Yeah we crazy to the core
From the north to the southside
Whether indoors or its outside
Put your hands up if you bike ride
Everything's gon' be alright
Whether you ride for the pro teams
Or you ride to get groceries
If you've ever been a cyclist
You know there's nothing quite like this
Writer: John Sunny
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid