The Ride

DRAKE

I hate when, I hate when people say they feel me man
I hate that shit
It′ll be a long time for y'all feel me, if everFor real

You won′t feel me 'til everybody says they love you but it's not love
And you′re suit is ox blood and the girl you fucking hate you
And your friends fading all shots of
What you ordered to forget about the game that you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass keep getting thicker than a plot does
And when you forget her that′s when she pop up

And you got a drop but you ride around with the top up
Or get three SUVs for niggas dressed like refugees
And deal with the questions about all your excessive needs
And you do dinners at French Laundry in Napa Valley
Scallops and glasses of Dolce, that shit right up your alley
Yeah, you see a girl and you ask about her
Bitches smiling at you, it must be happy hour
They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down
It's feeling like you own every place you choose to be at now
Walking through airport security with your hat down
Instead of getting a pat down, they just keep on
Saying that they feel you, nigga

Yeah, it′s been too long
Been way too long
I'm still, faded too long, ooh
I′m still, I've been faded too long, ooh
I′m still, I've been faded too long, ooh
Why won't it stop? The ride
Why won′t it stop? The ride

You won′t feel me 'til you want it so bad you tell yourself you′re in it
And tell the world around you that your paperwork is finished
And steal your mother's debit cards so you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced rental cars that ain′t tinted
You need a minute? You got it

You know it's real when you′re latest nights is your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home that's just the way in life
Apartment 1503, some couches and paintings
When you record with two others that want the same things
Yeah, it's starting to feel better than home feels
And so you up there every night, you swear you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and phone bills

But shit, you ′bout to spend it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs and hopes that you could beat a nigga
And come out every night to let the city see they nigga
Telling stories that nobody relate to
And even though they hate you
They just keep on telling you they feel you, nigga

Yeah, it′s been too long, man
I'm still, I′ve been faded too long, ooh
I'm still, I′ve been faded too long, ooh
I'm still, I′ve been faded too long, ooh
Why won't it stop? The ride
Why won't it stop? The ride

I haven′t been inside Terminal One and Three in so long
I′m driving right up to it now make sure you got your coat on
That runway can be cold especially after summer's rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and city lights and slow songs
For four months out the year, it′s got you asking what's good at home
What′s good at home?

The same hoes are still at it I should've known
My young niggas poppin′ M's and sipping dirty Jones
Problem children that all be reppin' Octobers own
Brand new girl, and she still growing
Brand new titties, stitches still showing
Yeah, and she just praying that it heals good
I′m ′bout to fuck and I'm just praying that it feels good

I really don′t know much but, shit, I know a secret
They say more money more problems, my niggas don't believe it
I mean, sure, there′s some bills and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew six million on myself and I feel amazing
Young money maker, season ticket holder
Season switching over I come through them bitches
Still scorching as if I didn′t notice

You niggas getting older I see no threat in Yoda
I'm out here messing over the lives of these niggas
That couldn't fuck with my freshman floater
Look at that fuckin′ chip on your nephew′s shoulder
My sophomore, I was all for it, they all saw it
My junior and senior would only get meaner
Take care, nigga

I'm still, faded, faded, faded
I′m still, faded, faded, faded
Why won't it stop? The ride
Why won′t it stop? The ride
Why won't it stop? The ride

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