This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front
P-P-Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front
I got this 89-90, Pistons champ flat
Bill black Starter cap wit the hologram tags
White Mag rims, red rubber tires
Chain, frame, pegs, grips, shit to my supplier
Dopeman attire, gimme 'bout an hour
And I'll have it clickin', tickin', glidin', flyin' like McGuyver
I'm a, Murder Club, dope pedal rider
Nigel said I'm good to get that ink on my bicep
I gets, busy as a bee on my bike grips
If I cat-walk this, I walk, I can fly this
Bitch and I'm fly, and it's tied to the side
That's the flag that I'm flyin', add to the fact
That it all coincides with these wheels that I'm ridin'
Three point Mags make you think that I'm glidin'
Shit, nigga I ain't lyin'
I got a long rap sheet that'll say that I'm tied in
Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep, uh)
P-P-Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep)
I'm on the Dyno with the black mag, black mag (word?)
Dyno with the black mag, black mag, black mag, Dyno with the (word?)
Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep, uh)
P-P-Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep)
I'm on the Dyno with the black mag, black mag (word?)
Dyno with the black mag, black mag, black mag, Dyno with the (word?)
I hit Chuck on the pager, "Yo, I'm kinda bored
And got class 'til later so, open garage"
And I don't really know which way to go, I ain't tryna skate it though
And my bike's illegal, so they send for the law
But I don't care Joe (nah), I just keep on pedalin'
Ride past shorty light-skinned with no melanin
Shirt look like somebody stuffed two melons in
Had to stop, so I could preach like Reverend
I grip on the handbrake and say, "Waddup?"
I skip on the handshakes, I'm straight, what else?
I got two pegs on the back
And you got two legs under your skirt, so hop, we head
To the Dope Pedal Headquarters (c'mon)
You would be there if you could
Chuck got the red wheels and the white mags, but it's all good
Got the gold hundred spokes like "Boyz N the Hood"
Wit the lime green frame (uh), dollars on the bike
Seat, handlebar grips, is the same as my Nikes
In the mold, the gold I use for my spokes
And the frame, the same as I use for my chain, out!
Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep, uh)
P-P-Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep)
I'm on the Dyno with the black mag, black mag (word?)
Dyno with the black mag, black mag, black mag, Dyno with the (word?)
Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep, uh)
P-P-Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep)
I'm on the Dyno with the black mag, black mag (word?)
Dyno with the black mag, black mag, black mag, Dyno with the (word?)
Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front
Down-down-down the foot hills, wheelies on the front
I'm on the Dyno with the black mag, black mag
Dyno with the black mag, black mag, black mag
Dyno with the black mag, black mag, black mag,
Dyno with the black mag, black mag, black mag,
P-P-Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front
I got this 89-90, Pistons champ flat
Bill black Starter cap wit the hologram tags
White Mag rims, red rubber tires
Chain, frame, pegs, grips, shit to my supplier
Dopeman attire, gimme 'bout an hour
And I'll have it clickin', tickin', glidin', flyin' like McGuyver
I'm a, Murder Club, dope pedal rider
Nigel said I'm good to get that ink on my bicep
I gets, busy as a bee on my bike grips
If I cat-walk this, I walk, I can fly this
Bitch and I'm fly, and it's tied to the side
That's the flag that I'm flyin', add to the fact
That it all coincides with these wheels that I'm ridin'
Three point Mags make you think that I'm glidin'
Shit, nigga I ain't lyin'
I got a long rap sheet that'll say that I'm tied in
Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep, uh)
P-P-Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep)
I'm on the Dyno with the black mag, black mag (word?)
Dyno with the black mag, black mag, black mag, Dyno with the (word?)
Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep, uh)
P-P-Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep)
I'm on the Dyno with the black mag, black mag (word?)
Dyno with the black mag, black mag, black mag, Dyno with the (word?)
I hit Chuck on the pager, "Yo, I'm kinda bored
And got class 'til later so, open garage"
And I don't really know which way to go, I ain't tryna skate it though
And my bike's illegal, so they send for the law
But I don't care Joe (nah), I just keep on pedalin'
Ride past shorty light-skinned with no melanin
Shirt look like somebody stuffed two melons in
Had to stop, so I could preach like Reverend
I grip on the handbrake and say, "Waddup?"
I skip on the handshakes, I'm straight, what else?
I got two pegs on the back
And you got two legs under your skirt, so hop, we head
To the Dope Pedal Headquarters (c'mon)
You would be there if you could
Chuck got the red wheels and the white mags, but it's all good
Got the gold hundred spokes like "Boyz N the Hood"
Wit the lime green frame (uh), dollars on the bike
Seat, handlebar grips, is the same as my Nikes
In the mold, the gold I use for my spokes
And the frame, the same as I use for my chain, out!
Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep, uh)
P-P-Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep)
I'm on the Dyno with the black mag, black mag (word?)
Dyno with the black mag, black mag, black mag, Dyno with the (word?)
Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep, uh)
P-P-Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front (yep)
I'm on the Dyno with the black mag, black mag (word?)
Dyno with the black mag, black mag, black mag, Dyno with the (word?)
Pedal down the foot hills, wheelies on the front
Down-down-down the foot hills, wheelies on the front
I'm on the Dyno with the black mag, black mag
Dyno with the black mag, black mag, black mag
Dyno with the black mag, black mag, black mag,
Dyno with the black mag, black mag, black mag,
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i actually grew up riding a dyno with black mags and am currently in the process of rebuilding one, good song
I have loved this song since it first came out. You aren't the only one in the process of rebuilding a dyno. I've had one in the garage for two years waiting to find the perfect (cheap or free!) black mags. It was a garage sale find for $25, and still has the kickstand, reflectors, etc. <br /> <br /> I recently met the Cool Kids when they played with Girl Talk on the Slurpee tour. Of course, I had the dyno in the car. They signed it several places, and had fun spinning the back wheel and listening for that familiar click! I just picked up the new album, and it's great. I like their simple, laid back style of lyrics. They just rap about life back in the day. For old retro folks like me, it brings back the memories!
its one of those "brag about your hot sh1t" songs
pedal down the foothills wheelies on the front wheels
I agree with Blackhart, doesn't have much meaning, but you just cant beat The Cool Kids' great lyrics, both of them are better lyricists than anyone you can see on tv.
Its about a pimped out bicycle and riding it around. tcarr is an idiot
I think this song is killerrrrrrrrrrrr, fuck y'all