The Story of the Paper Boy Powfu

[Intro]
Da, da-da-da
Da, da, da, da-da-da, da
Da, la, na-na-na
I, I
I feel like I am flying (feel like I am flying)
I don't wanna come down now
Ey, and I don't know what's up right now
What is up?

[Verse 1]
I got newspapers up in my bicycle
It's getting cold out, feeling like an icicle
It's a new job on my first day
Didn't wanna be a paper boy, but gotta get paid (get paid)
Doing what I have to pedal through the wind
Can't feel my cheeks and the air is feeling thin
Walking up close to these different colored doors
Leave them on the mat or throw them on the porch (splash through)
Yeah, I hate this shit, but I'll stay with it
I'llput a smile on even though I'm faking it
I'm like a friendly neighborhood Spiderman
Except I'm in it for the money, not saving kids (what?)
Some say I'm weird, yes I mix and match
They all skipping me like I'm a fitness ad (hey)
I don't talk a lot, I say this and that
But my bars are clean, yeah they spick and span (bars)