What's going on? Could this be my understanding It's not your fault, I was being too demanding I must admit it's my pride that made me distant All because I hoped that you'd be someone different There's not much to know about you Fear will always make

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be Baby, just let it be See where this thing goes So, won't you ride with me, ride with me? Baby, lay on back and relax Kick your pretty feet up on my dash No need to go​ nowhere fast

She on my surfboard board-board-board-board-board-board Let the ocean takes us away Till we see the daylight And I know that it's getting late But we wanna stay She on my surfboard board (Gone ride it, surfboard)

Now what y'all want me to do Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggas is ready to start this war that's for sure They can come and get it We ride or die why 'Cause my niggas is wit it I want Monopoly money but I ain't even halfway there

From four till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin' From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers From four till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown I believe to

Just one kiss, I know I'll loose it And wont know what I'm doing Guess I'm caught up in this moment, Let it ride. Once your lips touch mine girl, its over Yeah I think we both know, we cant stop Were just rocking with this moment, Let it ride I cant call

'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your

Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail And I know the day is coming My luck will run its course Got to slow down with a woman Ride a faster horse If a bullet doesn’t find me They’ll let me rot in jail Well momma’s in the kitchen cooking Irish stew

I'm gonna ride on It's another lonely evening And another lonely town But I ain't too young to worry And I ain't too old to cry When a woman gets me down Got another empty bottle And another empty bed

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it