Ride slow (Ayy) Ride slow, like a ghost I'm pullin' up at 3 This car just ain't the same without you here next to me All I wanna do is ride slow (Ayy) We been goin' back and forth, you think I only want sex Of course I want it, look at you but that ain't

They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it Fuck I look like takin' chances Fuck this money, go and blow it I'm tryna run it back up, I gotta put mine up Puttin' up the money for lil

I'm going back home where I was born You can have it you can have it Got to go home got to go home First I planned to stay but I can't live this way Try to understand I think this city's grand But with all it's charm give me the little country farm Oh

Now there's more to do than watch my sailboat glide But every day can be a magic carpet ride A little bit of courage is all we lack So catch me if you can, I'm goin' back I think I'm goin' back To the things I learned so well in my youth I think I'm

I think it's time that I should leave I think it's time for me to leave (I'll run away) I'll run away I'll never ask permission from you Fuck off I'm not listening to you I'm not coming home I'm never going to come back home Shut the fuck up she said I'm

I know there's a way Before the awful sound Started coming down It's an awful sound We can make 'em pay Think it over and say (I'm never going back again) We can leave today When you hit the ground You and I were born