Biking near Brown Water

I like to ride a bike so clear now and then
I'd like to forget the past and some things I've said

I walk the path
Weaving in and out
So crowds of little people
Don'tchya know it's just part of
The hike, the bike,
The ride, the ride, the real, what's real, yeah?

And my throat gets sore,
Yelling at you to get off that tube, jux
Don'tchya know I wanna go outside at night,
Every now and then, it would suffice

But then again I've said, just want to bike, along, the path
Weaving in and out, the crowd so loud it hurts
What's worse:
Being in a leaky raft,
No way back!

No way out, no way out, up down around who's to know, oh!

But then again, you know,
It don't even matter some points
Before things get too fast
And I gotta calm myself down, once again,

And bike,
Down to those places I like
Maybe grab a bite?
Little, croissant if you'd like?

Go down, to that river
Looking up at the bridge
I wonder if they can see me down
From up here!
From down there!

And I knowww
It's only a matter of time
Living loud, being up, down and around
Just wanna ride, on a bike

Oh shit!
6pm?
Well damn,
gotta split!
Got the baby sis!
Wonder how she's doing down there?
Damn I gotta go!