Текст (слова) песни: bouncing souls - East Side Mags
Ride! Ride! Ride!.... comin` out through the park past the dog run smell of shit burning in the sun watch the cab dent his door happy hour here let`s pick up jorge lock `em up three cold beers in a cup
Inside Coney something ain`t right too many people on a friday night i can`t see straight in the flashing lights i got a feeling there`s gonna be a fight wrap it up, pack it up saddle up full tank of liqour in our guts
Drinkem down we gotta a ride going through the lower east side day or night mags on the run looking for trouble looking for fun BMX we got suss when we ride don`t mess with us
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