woo

big shidda

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

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

baby

i'm the one

i ain't never had to cheat

'cause

baby

i'm the one

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

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

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

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

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