Sometimes I Don't

[Hook] Sometimes I ride clean with no strap Then sometimes I don't Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs Then sometimes I don't But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings Gliding through the town as I see my dreams The wind blow, beneath my wings Gliding through the town as I see my dreams [Verse 1: Raz Simone] Unfolds, street stories untold Me and my hooligans carry guns breaking rules And shit we don't wanna do a bid But them niggas is shooting and yesterday they came through again And I don't wanna lose a friend So I ride, dark angel ripped wings Some niggas get keys, sip lean to forget things Me, I just think why the numb their self to the pain I put all the weight On my back and feel the strain First kill and first death, don't feel the same Two wrongs don't make a right, but he can't kill again Ash in the tray, strap in the way Other registration in my glove compartment I had to say I don't have the title, but the car is in my name I'll take that ticket just so we can part our ways Every time I always feel that I've had smarter days 'til I get shot at and then wish that I had brought my ride [Hook] Sometimes I ride clean with no strap Then sometimes I don't Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs Then sometimes I don't But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings Gliding through the town as I see my dreams The wind blow, beneath my wings Gliding through the town as I see my dreams [Verse 2: Sam Lachow] How much hate can one kid take? How much love 'til it starts to become a drug? How much fame can you acquire 'til it starts feeding that fire? Now look, how much until it's enough? I roll up all of my window, the wind in my ears is too loud Get that weed smoke out of my face, I need a clear view out I'm looking up and see Seattle in my review now I gotta leave if shit gets messy, I'ma go roll up my sleeve Rain drop pada pat pat pat pat on the hood of my Buick Sometimes I'm feeling lost, sometimes I wonder why I make music But shit I'm sticking to it, if I don't run in my click do it I should leave but I'm fucking addicted to it, it was written Bitches stumbling out the bathroom still sniffin Damn I guess my college buddies all wrapped up and coked bitches They play with they lives, thinking they'll die and we won't miss em And sometimes I don't listen [Hook] Sometimes I ride clean with no strap Then sometimes I don't Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs Then sometimes I don't But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings Gliding through the town as I see my dreams The wind blow, beneath my wings Gliding through the town as I see my dreams [Saxophone outro]