Where do you think you're going? Don't you know it's dark outside? Don't you care about my pride? And now I'm sick of jocking I know I like you to be free I think you better go with me girl I thing you don't know You got no way of knowing There's really

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

She loves a small town boy like me She can have anybody that she wants to be Anywhere she wants to be She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl

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

I've got to ride that lonesome train My heart is heavy with aches and pain But someday, someday baby, after awhile you'll be sorry Everyday my clouds are gray Winds change, it'll roll all my clouds away But someday, someday after awhile you'll be sorry

No one's going to take me alive Time has come to make things right You and I must fight for our rights You and I must fight to survive Come ride with me Through the veins of history I'll show you a God Falls asleep on the job And how can we win,

She loves a small town boy like me She can have anybody that she wants to be Anywhere she wants to be She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl

How'd I get so faded? You don't have to love me, love me But you gon' have to fuck with me Yung God when I ride up Not too many that can fuck with me Never hung up on the bullshit I can't afford that type of luxury I'm boutta' do a show in Paris I swear

Can we fight to save our souls? Protect the hive from enemies! March on, worker bees! Know your enemy! Follow the herd mentality! And we'll march... along, with our blindfolds on And we'll ride... the rails, with our pistols drawn Can the Lord... above,

I'm just a horse on the moor I'm just a horse with no name He means to ride me on, He sees a battle he don't want to face alone I bolt upwards and shake him off my back He falls to his knees, on to a bloody track Well I can't be your horse any more