Handles

Cruising with my bike going down main street

With no helmets on

But it don't matter as long as you're riding with me

On my handle bars

Tryna switch lanes but there's a Camry to our right

He tryna honk his horn at us so this n***a wants to fight

But I don't give him the time of day

I'd rather crash

Than take my eyes off of you

I don't how how you fell in love with me, I couldn't whip

I couldn't take you out

We only went as far as my stamina could handle

Which meant not that far

The Minnesota love story has an expiration

Date

It probably won't last till Labor Day

But I'll enjoy it for now