Zoe Hines - Peugeot Interlude Lyrics

Smoke
On my lips
Ash the jay
On the sole of my kicks
Two wheel Peugeot
That's my whip
Pop a wheelie up hill
Like a Philly kid

Glide smoothly with no handlebars
Ride swiftly on my way to Mars
Paid tolls at the shooting stars
Said travel safely, this is free of charge
Getting cold as I travel far
Smaller roads, bigger homes
Flashy cars, designer clothes
Children scrolling on they iPhones
Don't speak their language
Need Rosetta Stone
Calves burning
I start to slow
Eyes on me
They know I don't belong
I guess I'll peddle back to where I came from
Those stares are in my dreams
Aliens with evil tendencies
Telling me you'll never have the same life as me
Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up

Smoke
On my lips
Ash the jay
On the sole of my kicks
Two wheel Peugeot
That's my whip
Pop a wheelie up hill
Like a Philly kid

Smoke, smoke on my lips like
Blowing O's, O's, O's
Smoke, smoke on my lips like
Blowing O's, O's, O's