Knock knock." "Who's there?" "Orange" "Orange who?" "Orange you glad I'm not blue."
       
     
 I be frontin' but yo, this country gives me daysmares. Dead ass... The people running this place don't give a shit about me.
       
     
 Interviewer: It's 3am. What are you thinking about?  Bike: How I'm gonna get chose.
       
     
 Interviewer: What is it about sugarcane?  Bike: It's a reminder that I'm partly the sum of my ancestor's prayers.
       
     
 Bless the yellow in you.
       
     
 And it's strange, how you can make the same journey at different points in your life and be two different women.
       
     
 It's quite obvious I'm not a bike but for the longest, I tried to convince myself and others that I was and it made me feel small. I was created for a different and equally meaningful purpose. I'm starting to make more room for myself. Drawing outside the margins. More color. Less filters. Authenticity never felt so damn good.
       
     
 Knock knock." "Who's there?" "Orange" "Orange who?" "Orange you glad I'm not blue."
       
     

Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"Orange"
"Orange who?"
"Orange you glad I'm not blue."

 I be frontin' but yo, this country gives me daysmares. Dead ass... The people running this place don't give a shit about me.
       
     

I be frontin' but yo, this country gives me daysmares. Dead ass... The people running this place don't give a shit about me.

 Interviewer: It's 3am. What are you thinking about?  Bike: How I'm gonna get chose.
       
     

Interviewer: It's 3am. What are you thinking about? 
Bike: How I'm gonna get chose.

 Interviewer: What is it about sugarcane?  Bike: It's a reminder that I'm partly the sum of my ancestor's prayers.
       
     

Interviewer: What is it about sugarcane? 
Bike: It's a reminder that I'm partly the sum of my ancestor's prayers.

 Bless the yellow in you.
       
     

Bless the yellow in you.

 And it's strange, how you can make the same journey at different points in your life and be two different women.
       
     

And it's strange, how you can make the same journey at different points in your life and be two different women.

 It's quite obvious I'm not a bike but for the longest, I tried to convince myself and others that I was and it made me feel small. I was created for a different and equally meaningful purpose. I'm starting to make more room for myself. Drawing outside the margins. More color. Less filters. Authenticity never felt so damn good.
       
     

It's quite obvious I'm not a bike but for the longest, I tried to convince myself and others that I was and it made me feel small. I was created for a different and equally meaningful purpose. I'm starting to make more room for myself. Drawing outside the margins. More color. Less filters. Authenticity never felt so damn good.