[intro]
woo
big shidda

[verse]
came a long way from riding on them bikes
still tryna pop a wheelie
still tryna get it right
i get it every night
and when i come
she gon' tell me
"take a hike"
then she say
"stay the night"
then we gon' stay for life
if you want the world
then baby
i can make the flight
ain't it amazing
right?
baby
this ain't the '80s
this the 2020s
tryna stack a hundred billies
a couple hunnids
i'm all about the benjamins
you can call me button
i know it ain't that funny
but
baby
we getting money
ah
i think it's hilarious
shorty
the way that we getting the bag
the way that we carrying
shorty
the way that we making the cash
the way that we bury it
shorty
i hope that we makin' it last
i think that we making it last
but
baby
we making it fast
and
baby
i'm serious
i think that we taking it back

like
baby
we tearin' it up
and baby
we breaking it up
and baby
we tearin' it up
ah

[verse flow switch]
i think that i'm back in my bag
my bitch
she look like halle berry
back when she was mad
in the '90s
i think i might be in love
she like
"i might be" and i be like
"i'm the one" ah
she be like
"he the one"
and she ain't never had to cheat 'cause
baby
i'm the one
and baby
i'm the one

[build up]
baby
i'm the one
i ain't never had to cheat
'cause
baby
i'm the one

[flow switch drop]
riding sidewerds
tiny tire tracks
slide on my verbs
mind in a spiral
my life in reverse
every turn that i swerve
i’m… always pooping turds

[chorus]
riding sidewerds
always pooping turds
handlebars shaking while i conjugate verbs
skid marks
sharp darts in my curved little world
i’m absurd on the curb
still i’m pooping them turds

[verse]
i’m a sideways cyclist
psyche slightly psychless
side dishes slide off
diner floor is priceless
diarrheic dialect
i dial in the tightness
tidal wave of trifles while i try to hide the crisis
pavement painting brown
call it asphalt art
every fart charts data like a gastro graph chart
gastric bar graphs
bars gassy
hard math
half bath aftermath
splash back
scarred path
peloton pariah with a parasitic pipeline
pantsline porous
pouring problems in a bright line
bike lane biohazard
hazard lights flashing
back wheel whipping while my bowels keep crashing

chain click
brain glitch
stained in a strange niche
grain-rich breakfast made the pain switch lanes quick
lap five
flat vibe
clench game
insane pitch
cramp clamp clamp
i advance on a faint twitch

i’m a torque-twisted tourist
touring toxic terrain
teeter on the tarmac while my torso complains
colon’s throwing coke bottles
full-sugar disdain
still i’m coasting
ghosting through this stool-slick lane
synapse synched with the skid-mark script
each slip-phrase flips when my hip bones dip
hip flex checks
flex
intestinal trip
internal rhyme intertwined with intestinal drip
fiber-fueled fire
i’m a prior bad choice
voice moist
poised over porcelain’s voice
but i’m out in the open
hoping shorts stay loyal
loyalty’s a myth when your innards turn to oil
compression of confessions in my mid-ride blur
obsessive about the lesson: always pack a spare shirt
spare shorts
spare pride
spare prayer for the dirt
‘cause the curve that you swerve might just birth one more turd

[bridge]
sidewerds sliding
side-eye from the crowd
sidewalk sirens as i scribble way too loud
signature scent in every serpentine curve
this is service
public art… plus i’m pooping turds

[chorus]
riding sidewerds
always pooping turds
handlebars shaking while i conjugate verbs
skid marks
sharp darts in my curved little world
i’m absurd on the curb
still i’m pooping them turds