Most of the time my whip sits on the streets.
I mean I stay pretty busy,
not many new stains on the seats.
Although it sits in the heat,
I don't have many places to reach.

But I'd rather be on a beach now.
Sick and tired of wearing a fleece out.
About to erupt and ride on the east route,
70, these meters are heavenly, they ask if I can write,
I can't think of another answer but definitely.

Not a single female intertwined in my life.
The city's full of them yet the minority's white.
Well I guess I could hit the counties at night.
But in reality none of the bounty is tight.