Callon B x sIMple - 2 the Beat lyrics

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Callon B x sIMple - 2 the Beat lyrics

[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)