Suzuki Peaches

(what you want?)
Man i need that 449 cc
That 4 stroke
5 speed
Straight out the suzuki catalog

Halo
Fire it up
Lighting it up

And it look like peaches in motion
On that side street we burning the ashphalt
It's my fault
I turned fast
My bad
Straight from the catalog
You don't want a honda
You don't want a yamaha
Suzuki
Twisting ballerina
Whistle ocarina
That extendo seater (speed)
Spike the cowboy bebop
Yeah that rubber heat up
Baby can you keep up?

Red handles
(he got the red joints)

And when the paint job chip
It is what it is
Is what is
It is what it is

I try not to
Think about it too much
Try not to
I'm not tripping
I'm not thinking about when we copped that
Take it to a shop for a paint job
You said you like apricot
I'm like nah, can't do that
Need that atomic tangerine
That glossy, that candy

And it look like peaches in motion
On that side street we cut up
Baby napalm, firecracker
Just because I'll open up
For you

Big talk, sike
Little talk, siding with the rush