NightRide

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Lyrics

Riddle me this with a pencil
 I don't know what I'm meant to do
 I got all this shit on my mental
 Going round these corners yeah I bent a few
 Added all the Adderall speeding through the night
 Gathered all the garrisons I'm heading to the fight yeah
 Alright yeah
 I'm tight yeah
 I'm fitted up, you gon' give it up
 Ain't no foul play
 We go our way
 Free to style play
 Sitting in the corner, talking through the order
 Only L on the Uber X
 Never shoot a text
 Never boost a neck
 Craning to the left
 You know what's next
 Keep my spirits lifted so fuck a heaven
 I been the shit since the age of eleven
 Fresh to the RIP shout-out the reverend
 I'm irreverent
 Make a king to a peasant
 Keep my jaw on crescent
 This that night vibe, this that night ride
 I know time flies gotta catch it when the time's right
 Gotta catch it when the time's right, yeah
 When the time's right yeah
 Gotta catch it when the time's right
 This that night vibe, yeah
 This that night vibe
 This that night ride
 Gotta catch it when the time's right
 Close the door opening my options
 Know the floor knowing my stocks in
 Glowing though clocks spin
 We say hello and I know we locked in
 Like business maneouvres
 Ice cold like soothers
 Finish the room off
 Snakes and cartoons of
 Everybody's everybody
 Gathering every body
 Social through every hobby
 Politicking every lobby
 Smooth in the section
 In every direction
 Everyone lurking tryna get their ascension
 Get their own mention
 Eyes fixed on me through the clamp of the hand
 Propped up in booth yet I'm destined to stand
 I'm destined to stand
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 This that night vibe, this that night ride
 I know time flies gotta catch it when the time's right
 Gotta catch it when the time's right, yeah, yeah
 When the time's right look
 When the time's right yeah
 Okay
 Cards dealt and I'm the king and the joker
 We see through your face this shit ain't poker
 This shit is designed but it's not on a poster
 Crisp with the trim like it came from your toaster
 I keep it sweet like a note to, self
 Given you the taste but ain't nothing else
 Quick little wriggle though nothing else
 Yeah nothing's felt
 Through the fabrics but nothing melts
 Built this no nothing's frail
 Keep on pushing like this ain't no grail
 Yeah cold touch but nothing's pale

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Song Details

Duration
03:49
Key
9
Tempo
180 BPM

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