She don't wanna tell lies (she don't wanna tell lies) She just wanna feel alive (she just wanna feel alive) She just wanted more time (she just wanted more time) I'm looking for a long ride (looking for a long ride) She just want a test drive (she just

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

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

Throw ya hands up (Ella se luce pa que la vea) (Se menea se menea) (Bailando te rodea) Do you really wanna ride? You know she'll get it, get it Do you really wanna ride? Any way you feel it, feel it Do you really wanna ride? Let's ride

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

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)

She just wanna be free Just let her be Why can't you see? She just wanna be cool I'll take a ride on the breeze And doing what she do And I know, I know I know I know Bad feed swaying to a laid back beat She looks good in the morning sun

I tell her, "Bring it back" (what) Flexing with all the racks (flex) Nigga, you bald cap (cap) I'm in the 'Bach back (back) Why would you lie to me? (lie) She wanna ride with me (skrrt) I got the Bentley B (B) You could come flex with me (flex) You know

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

You're the sunflower, you're the sunflower Or you’ll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ooh) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Ooh) Ooh-ooh, some things you just can't refuse She wanna ride me like a cruise and I’m not tryna lose Then you're