Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Rumours of glory Something is shining Like gold but better Above the dark town After the sun's gone down Two vapour trails cross the sky Catching the day's last slow goodbye Black skyline looks rich as velvet Smiles mixed with curses The crowd disperses

Do you love me? Saturday comes slow Or is there nothing there? Lost in the magic From the last time This town turning My rose to desire In the limestone caves In the south west lands

Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life You niggas don't know me You can't slow me down, you can't hold me So I'mma keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' goin' on strong They say why you so

If you wanna go, then I'll be so lonely Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down If you're leaving, baby let me down slowly And I can't stop myself from falling down Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can

I won't fall in Love with falling I will try to avoid I don't fall slow like I used to I fall straight down You've stolen my air catcher That kept me safe and sound

Slow down and I walk to the hill Threatened a long time There are signs on the ring Which make me feel so down There's one to enslave all rings To find them all in time And drive them into darkness Forever they'll be bound Three for the Kings

I'll be alright, be alright Just go with the tide And if you feeling all confused, no you are not on your own Someone once told me babe when the tide gets high, you just get low Hold your breath and take it slow Yes I might get wet, I might get thrown

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

We get colder As we grow older We will walk So much slower Together we go Oh, miss believer, my pretty sleeper Your twisted mind is like snow on the road Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder Inside your head than the winter of dead