Drake - The Ride Lyrics
[intro]i hate when people say they feel me man, i hate that shit.it'll be a long time before yall feel me, if ever[verse 1]you won't feel me til everybody say they love you, but it's not loveand your suit is oxblood and your girl f-ckin' hates you and your friends faded off shots ofwhat you ordered than forget about the game you on top ofyour famous girlfriend ass gettin' thicker than the plot doesand when you forget it, thats when she pop upand you got a drop but you ride around with the top upi get 3 suv's for niggas dressed like refugeesand deal with the questions about all your excessive needsand you do dinners at french laundry and napa valleyscallops and glasses of dolce, that shit right up your alleyyou see a girl and you ask about her*****es smiling at ya, it must be happy hourthey put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat downit's feeling like you own every place you choosing to be at nowwalking through airport security with your hat down'stead of gettin' a pat down, they just keep on saying that they feel ya niggayeah,it's been too longbeen way too long[hook - the weeknd]i'm faded too long, ooohstill i'm faded too long, oooohstill i've been faded too longi feel like i'm faded too longthe ride[drake - verse 2]you wont feel me til you want it so bad you tell yourself you're in itand tell the world around you that your paper work is finishedand steal your mothers debit cards so you maintain an imageand ride around in overpriced rental cars that aint tintedyou need a minute, you got ityou know its real when your latest nights are your greatest nightsthe sun is up when you get home, thats just a way of lifeapartment 1503, some couches and paintingswhen you record with 2 others that want the same thingsyeah, it start to feel better than home feelsand so you up there every night you swear you getting closethat champagne money was for gas and phone billsbut shit you bout to spend it on what matters mostyou drop a couple songs and hopes that you can beat a niggaand come out every night to let the city see the niggatelling stories that nobody relate toand even though they hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya nigga[hook - the weeknd][drake - verse 3]i haven't been inside terminal 1 and 3 in so longi'm driving right up to it now, make sure you got your coat onthat runway can be cold especially after summers rolled onand all you knew is alcohol and city lights and slow songsperformance out the years, got you asking whats good at homewhats good at home?the same hoes are still at it, i shoulda knownmy young niggas poppin' m's and sippin' dirty jonesproblem children that all be reppin' octobers ownbrand new girl, and she still growingbrand new titties, stitches still showingyeah and she just praying that the heals goodi'm bout to f-ck and i'm just praying that it feels goodi really don't know much but shit i know a secretthey say more money more problems, my nigga don't believe iti mean sure there's some bills and taxes i'm still evadingbut i blew 6 million on my self and i feel amazingyoung money maker, season ticket holderseason switching overi come through them *****es still scorching as if i didn't noticeyou niggas gettin' older, i see no threat in yodai'm out here messing over the lives of these niggasthat couldn't f-ck with my freshman flowlook at that f-cking chip on your nephews shouldermy sophomore they was all for it, they all saw itmy juniors and senior will only get meanertake care nigga[hook]
