Ride

[Hook] Please don’t clip my wings, ain’t been this high Got one last time to take another ride Heart full of gold, lies full of silver Eyes full of hope, need another scripture Ride, I don’t wanna hear nothing Ride, none of y’all really know me Ride, could’ve been the last time but I woke up Got another chance, I should grow up [Verse 1] The heart heavy, eyes watered Let’s go farther, I don’t feel ready The bright lights in my face, I can’t see Move the cameras along, ain’t dying to say cheese Tired of a drink and all that comes with it A dance, a drunk bitch, her phone and new digits Pardon, but am I really losing stride? The homies ask me a lot, yo, who am I? Treat my queen like a maid, that’s fucked She clean all of my mess, I feel stressed Ain’t died, I feel blessed, took a breath And I closed my eyes whipping the wheel slept Outside of grandma’s house when I was ill Trill, chill, tryna be real I ain’t wanna drive home, get somebody killed So hurt, down, pissed off, Frown Brown cheer up for a second will I lose the crowd? I’m going down [Hook] [Verse 2] The sun came out once and I stared Sorta went blind tryna get me right there I might be brown but the bulb is a mirror Irresponsibility got me nearer Learnin’, life turnin’, arts and quotes Everybody blowing smoke and they start to choke Crucifed what I gave to y’all I’m a grown up and won’t give names to y’all Listen! Watch! My style is consecutive I know when I leave the room they talk negative Gon’ off sedatives, Quil, got me loving it Knowledge is the key to the home, ya new tenant is M-and-the-A, new flow in the game Dropping the ball and all can’t hold it the same Got a demon on my back on both sides today With the angle of an angel praying it won’t stay [Hook] [Verse 3] Too much liq I sipped, gotta prolong that I hated rap and everybody in contact In a trap, low figures and I’m flipping Tryna do shit they like, cold opinions Wanna fall off of the face, a young blemish Faced the face, I hated for like six months Quit the night shift, putting in work Dig a hole now, living in dirt, consider it birth Seen a hearse and my inner hate growing Begging for a change through life and wasn’t homeless Rap is a blanket, banking off numbers Seen it all different, enemies got vicious Groping for the vision, cataract my lenses The old me died in December, on a wishlist Trying on brand new wings, a flight full of pressure Full of texture, touched it, life feeling better [Hook]