Just Rollin

Just Rollin
First gears not a fear
Feeling the need to up my speed
I pop into second
Raw power
Viscously sweet and potentially sour
Kick into third
Front lifting up
Like a bird taking flight
Push it to forth
Moving so fast
Hanging on to a gas powered bull is a blast
Ripping fifth gear
Focused fear
Preventing me from becoming a tree smear
Running on gas
This bike will rip the skin off your ass
Shred you inhalf
Make you smile from ear to ear
and tear as you laugh