[Intro] Fresh bread, wet stone, market noise Whole town looking like it’s got opinions [Verse] I bring the White Bear through the laundry steam Nobody panics, nobody screams That’s not a flex, that’s patch-note grace A fast way home with a clean public face Silver Fang for the roads that cut Snowwhite Deer when the climb gets rough Ibex when the hill says “earn it” Warthog when the badlands get argumentative [Pre-Chorus] Pick for the route, not the screenshot brag Half of a smart run lives in the saddlebag [Chorus] Ride it through town, don’t wear out your knees Speed is a luxury, sure, but it’s also keys Ride it through town, let the whole square stare The good life starts when the mount gets there [Verse] If the loop gets long and the daylight thins Style turns practical, style still wins A legendary hide and a short-cut grin That’s how a clean night ride begins [Outro] Fresh bread, wet stone, bright cold air Best thing in the patch might be the White Bear
