The Ride

Album: Take Care (2011)
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  • Yeah
    I hate when, I hate when people say they feel me man
    I hate that shit
    It'll be a long time before y'all feel me, if ever
    For real

    You won't feel me 'til everybody
    Say they love you, but it's not love
    And your suit is oxblood
    And the girl you fuckin' hates you
    And your friends faded off shots of
    What you ordered to forget about the game that you on top of
    Your famous girlfriend's ass keep gettin' thicker than a plot does
    And when you forget it, that's when she pop up
    And you got a drop but you ride around with the top up
    Or get three SUVs for niggas dressed like refugees
    And deal with the questions about all your excessive needs
    And you do dinners at French Laundry in Napa Valley
    Scallops and glasses of Dolce, that shit's right up your alley
    Yeah, you see a girl and you ask about her
    Bitches smilin' at you, it must be happy hour
    They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down
    It's feelin' like you own every place you choose to be at now
    Walkin' through airport security with your hat down
    Instead of gettin' a pat down, they just keep on
    Sayin' that they feel you, nigga

    Yeah
    It's been too long
    Been way too long

    I've been faded too long, oh
    I've been faded too long, oh
    I've been faded too long, oh
    Why won't it stop? The ride
    Why won't it stop? The ride

    You won't feel me 'til you want it so bad you tell yourself you're in it
    And tell the world around you that your paperwork is finished
    And steal your mother's debit cards so you maintain an image
    And ride around in overpriced rental cars that ain't tinted
    You need a minute? You got it
    You know it's real when your latest nights are your greatest nights
    The sun is up when you get home, that's just a way of life
    Apartment 1503, some couches and painting's
    When you record with two others that want the same things, yeah
    It start to feel better than home feels
    And so you up there every night, you swear you gettin' close
    That champagne money was for gas and phone bills
    But shit, you 'bout to spend it on what matters most
    You drop a couple songs in hopes that you could be the nigga
    And come out every night to let the city see they nigga
    Tellin' stories that nobody relate to
    And even though they hate you
    They just keep on tellin' you they feel you, nigga

    Yeah
    It's been too long, man

    I've been faded too long, oh
    I've been faded too long, oh
    I've been faded too long, oh
    Why won't it stop? The ride
    Why won't it stop? The ride (uh)

    I haven't been inside Terminal 1 and 3 in so long
    I'm drivin' right up to it now
    Make sure you got your coat on
    That runway can be cold especially after summer's rolled on
    And all you knew is alcohol and city lights and slow songs
    For four months out the year, it's got you askin' whats good at home
    What's good at home?
    The same hoes are still at it, I shoulda known
    My young niggas poppin' M's and sippin' dirty Jones
    Problem children that all be reppin' October's Own
    Brand new girl and she still growin'
    Brand new titties, stitches still showin'
    Yeah, and she just prayin' that it heals good
    I'm 'bout to fuck and I'm just prayin' that it feels good
    I really don't know much but, shit, I know a secret
    They say more money more problems, my nigga don't believe it
    I mean, sure, there's some bills and taxes I'm still evadin'
    But I blew six million on myself and I feel amazin'
    Young money maker, season ticket holder
    Season switchin' over
    I come through them bitches still scorchin' as if I didn't notice
    You niggas gettin' older, I see no threat in Yoda
    I'm out here messin' over the lives of these niggas
    That couldn't fuck with my freshman floater
    Look at that fuckin' chip on your nephew's shoulder
    My sophomore, I was all for it, they all saw it
    My juniors and senior will only get meaner
    Take care, nigga

    I'm still faded, faded, faded (the ride)
    I'm still faded, faded, faded
    Why won't it stop? The ride
    Why won't it stop? The ride
    Why won't it stop? Oh, the ride Writer/s: Abel Tesfaye, Adrian Eccleston, Aubrey Graham, Austin Bascom, Martin McKinney
    Publisher: Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Payday Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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