Mauve

I just wanna hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave
Hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave
I just wanna hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave
Hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave

Remember I was back home, always riding bikes But I can't do that here, Atlanta traffic ain't that nice
Don't even use turning signal when they tryna go right
Man, I missed the lane, where it was me and friends
Go wherever next day, wake up, do it again
Twenty dollars in my pocket, grandma gave me for the week

So I go to the store, grab something to eat Before I take a detour to wherever I go and meet my friends
In the west and to the east, group up, head to the river tree
Hit the box, park the fleet and talk to girls that we wanna meet
Got a couple numbers and see how far I could get

Now she on my handlebars and asking me where we are
I don't know, but the ride's name is Mauve, and its better than the car
Cause I can't pop a wheelie with you on

Man, it's just, you don't know when those times are good times until they're gone
And I hate saying that, cause I love living in the moment, but it's the truth

I just wanna hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave
Hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave
I just wanna hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave
Hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave

Man I miss those times, times, times
Had nothing to do, hop up on the ride
Named them my favorite color at the time

Time, time
Man I miss those times, times, times
Man I miss those times, times, times
Had nothing to do, hop up on the ride
Named them my favorite color at the time
Time, time
Man I miss those times, times, times

I just wanna hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave
Hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave
I just wanna hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike
Wait, wait
Hop up on my bike, hop up on my bike, ride the wave



Credits
Writer(s): Armando Pagan
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