i feel bad for y'all caught in your offices...
i got the awesomest job on the planet. the awesomest.

i get up in the morning and stretch
because i make money riding my bike. it's no stress, buddy;
ain't rocking clarks and a tie ...
you could bet that i strapped my backpack with a couple phones on, though!
i get a call, i'm in a hurry you bet! already knew that i was crucial with that, in fact...
every mile i pedal i fly, pick up a second behind now,
my delivery leaving the record behind! (wow)
i got impeccable timing when i glide fast.
i get the messages there, pigeons falling back tryna test me.
you couldn't catch me in a chevrolet, ok?
in the traffic i am the master.
cars, get out the way!

when i work i work out
a bike courier; i ride the whole town
now i get it in i dropped a few pounds
and my derriere so tight they like wow...
cause
when i work i work out
a bike courier; i ride the whole town
now if i see a light i might not slow down...
you tryna pass by its bout to go down...

ay, check it, i never hesitate
cause every day i get on my bike i'm getting heavy paper
every bill every i put in my wallet is more sweat on my collar
i don't even lift weights. i'm still getting bigger
what i reckon is
we are softening cause
all our jobs in our offices are fluff
i am certain it's pertinent
our urbanism turned us from beasts to worms
but i'm returning to
a wild state
starting small with a mild change
ain't slanging plates. i am paid to bike each day
we're enslaved to the race, we wait for a wage, getting lazier, lazier, lazier, lazier
as for me, man, my job is great.

when i work i work out
bike courier i ride the whole town
now i get it in i lost a few pounds
and my derriere so tight they say wow
cause
when i work i work out
bike courier i ride the whole town
if i see a light i might not slow down
you tryna pass by its bout to go down