The Story Of The Paper Boy

I feel like I am flying (feel like I am flying)

I don’t wanna calm down now,

ey, and I don’t know what’s up, right? So what is up?

I got newspapers up in my bicycle,

It’s a new job on my first day

Paid fow what I have to pedal through the wind,

walking out close to these different colored doors,

Yeah, I hate this shit, but I’ll stay with it,

I’m like a friendly neighborhood Spiderman,

Some say I’m weird, yes, I mix and match,

I don’t talk a lot, I say this and that,

but my bars are clean, yeah they Spick & Span.

I feel like I am flying (feel like I am flying),

I don’t wanna calm down now (don’t wanna calm down),

I don’t wanna calm down, I don’t wanna calm down (calm down).

Yeah, ey, hop up on my bike again,

Watchin’ the clouds as I’m humming at him,

Oh, shat, I just hit cat,

If they saw me, they might deliver a slap,

So, I put the cat in my backpack,

Tryna get away, feeling like a villain,

If it did that would be kinda sad,

So much going on, I can’t tell what’s frecking happening (yeah),

Taking the steady, my breath feeling heavy.

This how it goes when you travel the road,

I feel like I am flying,

I don’t wanna calm down now.

I feel like I am flying,

I don’t wanna calm down now,

I don’t wanna calm down.

Oh-oh-      oh, oh-oh-oh.