[Verse 1] I fell so down many times I gotta I gotta get up out this town The sun beating on me like I'm late on rent Eighth grade, knew nothing, thought the Mona Lisa looked like shit Fuck 'em all I'll show 'em how it's done, yeah With no fear of god or his son Just some dumbass punks Rum-pum-pum
[Chorus] And that feeling is not gonna go You better Run back, run back baby The wheels burning out in the smoke And I'll Be back, I'll be back I'm not going home Home Bicycle boys who cycle the void With no, no Nowhere to go Got nowhere to go But home You might also like Fake Friends Abhi the Nomad lacy Olivia Rodrigo Love Doesn't Bite Abhi the Nomad [Verse 2] I fell down so many times since that summer Tragedy strikеs and I label it a bummer Paper tigеr, a hot head lover Sleeper agent, ugly motherfucker Fuck 'em all I'll show 'em how it's done, yeah With no fear of god or his son Still a dumbass punk Rum-pum-pum
[Chorus] And that feeling is not gonna go You better Run back, run back baby The wheels burning out in the smoke And I'll Be back, I'll be back I'm not going home Home Bicycle boys who cycle the void With no, no Nowhere to go Got nowhere to go But home (Bicycle boy, go home) (Bicycle boy, go home)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
