[Chorus: Callon B]
Just ride 2 the beat, ride, ride to the beat
Just ride 2 the beat, bob your head bob your head
Just ride 2 the beat, ride, ride to the beat
Just ride 2 the beat, bob your head to the hook x2
[Verse 1: Simple]
Lucid vision through these headlights, I only call her if the heads right
Since last night, she hasn't seemed to have her head right
This last like, the final breath of your past life its masked by
The whiskey and cigarettes, the vapors put me to rest
I'm swerving now, the roads unusually curvy now
She screaming at me telling me to put it down
We're on the coast now, the convertible conversations
Got her to drop her top and start jerkin like she was shakin
And seizing the moment
No reason to pull over for you to hop up on it
I'm on often I'm Odds Bodkins the God Body Emcee
Soul feeling so empty as the bottle in this M3
She model in the Benz seat, she swallow for a Bently
Open the door, don't touch my radio
[Chorus: Callon B]
[Verse 2: Callon B]
Me and Simple chill as SweatPants, rollin Dank
In a Mayan rillo, light it and I blow the mic away
I'm the coldest, you would think the Winter Solstice
Is upon us how the Prana from the Spirit Realm approaches
I can teach you how to ride to the beat
Riding in my ride then we vibe we don't speak
I see you bob your head to the hook
Bait for the babes is the way that I cook
Swag and I chef, Based I'm a b**h
Pink as the belly of a dog Ima God
The reversals Universal, I need no referral
Your beliefs are to commercial seems your movement needs rehearsal
f** a lead role I'm a leader
We've been stacking up on B-Roll finna make a double feature
Grab a ticket and a picket cuz you know I'm gonna rip it
All night when we strike the stage and start spittin
Shut the f** up
[Chorus: Callon B]
[Verse 3: A]
My boy called shotgun get the f** in the back
Cars f**in packed and we all got a sack
Deep in a Taurus wishin it was a Cadillac
Can't be mad at that matter fact have a snack a cla**ic track
Ride 2 the beat by a lateral collateral with respect to the madrigal
This Auxiliary makin sh** so practical
Ca**ett adapter, next chapter
Fine b**h on the side walk we yelling at her but never catch her
She ain't catch, just a snatch
Not a match, gonna pa**
Pa** the blunt, so I can slow my brain
These growin pains like broken chains no restraint I'm limitless
Unlocked by key codes no key words or Keystones
Just me down, to my mother f**in genomes
You feeling this sh**? You want it as your ring tone
And we can set the vibe for the p**y that you bring home
So swing low, ride 2 the beat and stay the f** off your phone
[Chorus: Callon B]
(Mayor Jones voicemail Outro)