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letra de diamondback apex - jay (oz)

[chorus]
diamondback apex, it’s all that i need
gliding down a hill, hair blowing in the breeze
my foot stay on the pedal when i need to just leave
friends asking “where you at?” on the road’s where i’m free on that
diamondback apex, it’s all that i need
gliding down a hill, hair blowing in the breeze
my foot stay on the pedal when i need to just leave
friends asking “where you at?” on the road’s where i’m free on that

[verse]
said through the years my diamondback’s been my mode of transportation
too young to get car, at the start it was just makeshift
stacked so many times, i’m still surprised i didn’t break it
tell me get a new onе but no way i would replace it
’cause uh, sincе year 8 it’s been my main sh-t
whenever i’d feel mad evasive with friends or fam i could take it
rode towards the sun and ended up in many places
and met many new people, those the days that i miss
‘member my first girl, i rode to hers for mad love
pedalled through the road so quick i crashed in someone’s backyard
fingers bleeding, my back scarred, but had to act hard
my apex still pristine, i picked it back up
member bombing hills, and thinking jay you the sh-t
was bumping george bondo with one hand, pulled my brakes too quick
front wheel screeched and then i made my way to a flip
still holding on, my bike landed on me as i start to skid
down that bitumen road, my shirt ripping into bits
stuck my hand out to stop but gravel ripped through my skin
finally stopped, i laid to take it all in, say what was shown
palm disintegrated, back f-cked, still rode my way home
got to the doctor’s, bandaged back and strap on my hand
had so many pads on me, my only thought was “godd-mn”
safe to say, my mother said i was a sight
but the minute i got home, went for a ride on my bike
[chorus]
cause that diamondback apex, it’s all that i need
gliding down a hill, hair blowing in the breeze
my foot stay on the pedal when i need to just leave
friends asking “where you at?” on the road’s where i’m free on that
diamondback apex, it’s all that i need
gliding down a hill, hair blowing in the breeze
my foot stay on the pedal when i need to just leave
friends asking “where you at?” on the road’s where i’m free on that

- jay oz

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