Your community bicycle collective
Your community bicycle collective. Funded and Maintained by the People, For the People. We're only here because people want us here, and want to help.
I lived off to the carport on Sunday after church. And out of cranks and rock and roll, put the bank inside my bowl. Let it spark up to the dark side where it wasn't supposed to go. And that preacher man's gonna know, but I just can't say no. To an old, untamed, mustang just sit here and get gone. That 302, the boss, said I'm taking Monday off. I ain't strung out on shit and I ain't derailed off the tracks. Just don't cross that line and make sure the line is fine. I know I'm not ashamed. Sometimes I'd I get tired of living life good so I used to work the flanks. I know I'd I don't know what's left of me. These demons try to get the best of me. Maybe it's just my destiny, another highway to heal recipes. Then I pour up a cold drink and I caught up with no flame. And I'm feeling just That gas pedal sticks, I'm alone here in voices in my head. Saying, boy, get back home and I take it and own it. And I don'try to flaunt it. Another come to Jesus moment. But when the pain comes, I'ma start. And know I'm not ashamed. Sometimes I'd I get tired of living life good so I used to work the flanks. I know I'd Oh, I'm not ashamed. But sometimes I'd Yeah, I get tired of living life good so I used to work the flanks. And know I'd I said, oh, I'd I said, oh, I'm not ashamed.
