It was when I ride my bike, in my neighborhood
\nCool wind on my face and I was feel so good<\/p>\n
I don’t know where I’m going, but something is take me there
\nthis gravitational pull is vanishing all my scares<\/p>\n
I feel that I can ride on the sidewalk
\nI can even ride on the garden of my neighbor<\/p>\n
on the roses on the poppies
\non ivy and ferns
\nand I feel so good
\nin the garden of my neighborhood<\/p>\n
Yeah Yeah in the garden, on the roses<\/p>\n
And when he will realize this mess in his garden
\nhe will know immediatly that it was me<\/p>\n
Well you know folks I hate that roses
\nI really love my bike and now I enjoy my ride<\/p>\n
on the roses on the poppies
\non ivy and ferns
\nand I feel so good
\nin the gardens of my neighborhood<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was when I ride my bike, in my neighborhood Cool wind on my face and I was feel so good I don’t know where I’m going, but something is take me there this gravitational pull is vanishing all my scares I feel that I can ride on the sidewalk I can even ride on … Continue reading Bike (Lyric)<\/span>