BIKE

Fallin I'm missing The pictures on her wall My kind Of woman She plays me her guitar Heard you run away from shit Well guess you should've biked it And Be my channel orange and I could come and be your pilot Just wait a while It can't be personal As soon as summers gone Her six speed driving off I'm fishtailing You can't catch me when I'm out here Biking The sun is beaming I can see it Flashing off her Eye lids Just wait a while It can't be personal As soon as summers gone Her six speed driving off --- BIKE - Max Leonard