Ride Music

Sad inside Never satisfied I never feel like I’m one of the guys On the outside looking in Peeping Tom On the inside looking out Facepalm Life is funny, but it’s not a joke Take another toke Life isn’t a race it’s a marathon Pass the baton Going downstairs with no socks on Judgment all down my back Cold stares He raps? He’s just a punk Wasting time like I'm getting a clock drunk Hope lost, but the inspiration is still there The limit is still fear Yet you Lord, are our Father We are the clay, you are the potter It's deeper than rap But these girls are some kiddie pools It's deeper than rap it's poetry I'm a poet It's deeper than thought Ima pour it I’ll never lie on a beat It sounds bad I’ll never lie on a beet It feels bad Beyoncé, Ray Rice Where are these elevators taking these people? I’m not famice I mean famoose like Bullwinkle I’m not even a little star like twinkle twinkle I'm sittin on some gems like a confused hen I ben here where have you been? I feel like a shark a shore with shiny shackles shivering me timbers tumbling down a turbulent tunnel Stressed depressed Sure I just want to be on tour Watching F•R•I•E•N•D•S having fun on the couch like I’m watching Netflix As I flip through the picks I feel sick Saturday night no plans Chandler Bingin it Chandler Bingin it No one knows what I does You might know what it was No hoes just human beings *STOP BEAT* "He respects women HeheHeheHehe What is he thinking" I don’t know what to think I know I am right why is everyone telling me I am wrong I feel like it's East vs. West like I’m Ozamataz Buckshank Wait, I don’t get it I don’t know Rap Genius it Sometimes 700 Sundays is all you get Make sure your livin it right That’s why I am writing this so you get this right Then I realize through my real eyes That these fake girls with pretty eyes just tell lies The Bible is the key to our morals So don’t reciprocate the reciprocal If you don’t listen to me It’s because the truth hurts It’s because you don’t buy my shirts Why? We ask it Sometimes it opens the door to our casket If you don’t try, how do you know? Simple but intentional Praying with one hand O.B.J No J.O.B Kids today just want what comes with being a rapper They trip over a power cord they didn’t even know was there And not know how much power is in what they say Perception is reality I’m blind Hands as cold as ice Must be melting cause they wet too What’s your answer to who are you? What is the good of solar panels covered in snow Or a summer snow plow? Cross your T’s and dot your I’s But it doesn’t always spell perfecTIon Am I the Rock, the Redeemer, neither? Throwing five finger sandwiches like a cannibal food fight These lines are… too tight Like a windy day… a blue kite Home isn’t just where I lay my head every night You don’t want to listen to me now But when you hit rock bottom call me I’m hot like Costa Rican coffee I’m cold like kelvin… Hobbes is just imaginary I’m hot like the Mojave I’m cold like you need a blanky I’m sweet like salty I mean that oxymoronically I’m flashy like paparazzi I’m wishy like washy Psych! I’m all up in your psyche If it sounds like I’m bragging That’s because I am But guess who gave this gift The Great I Am Look up at the sky, it won’t last Not too long, you’ll crash Hopefully this song is therapeutic This is ride alone at night music