Biking With Francis

{Chorus} Baby, don't you wanna ride I can bet you {?} this {?} (Let you ride pretty girl, let you ride pretty, pretty uh)

{Hook} BWF in the building Brunette Broad (La la la la la la la) Hatchback Car Got more fans than the ceiling Pearls of course (La la la la la la la)

{Intro} As she fades away I plead with god to let her Stay, by my side {Verse} Talking about life 'till night fall Packing a geeb in my

{Verse 1} Boss man want me fired, but I quit instead Said I'd get a raise, fuck a fifty cent Trading cash for minutes, don't make any sense I'd rather spend

{Chorus} Leg up on the bed Ah, ah, I want you there Make me feel so dead Can't, can’t, can't help but stare But you're running out of time Can you

{Verse} Check me out Let me spell it out Cop a prelude Drop it low and deck it out Got the demos queued So we'll take the scenic route It's hotter

{Verse 1: ?} Them pearls looking pretty round my neck, uh Sony gave me scissors had to cut too many checks Misses presence flurry up my chest I give a fuck like how

{Chorus: ?} I'm fine In this space that i cannot define Switchin' sides Oh, I {?} nothin' left in my mind Guess it's time