Lyttleton Carter - The Ride lyrics

[Intro] I hate when,I hate when people say they feel me man, I hate that sh** It'll be a long time before yall feel me, if ever [Verse 1: Drake] You won't feel me until everybody Say they love you, but it's not love And your suit is oxblood And the girl you f**ing hates you And your friends faded off shots of What you ordered to forget about the game that you on top of Your famous girlfriend's a** keep getting thicker than a plot does And when you forget it, that's when she pop up And you got a drop but you ride around with the top up Or get three SUVs for n***as 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 gla**es of Dolce, that sh**'s right up your alley You see a girl and you ask about her b**hes 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, n***a [Hook: The Weeknd] I've been faded too long I've been faded too long I've been faded too long Why won't it stop? The ride Why won't it stop? The ride [Verse 2] 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 its real when your latest nights are your greatest nights The sun is up when you get home, that's just a way of life Apartment 1503: some couches and paintings When you record with two others that want the same things It start 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 sh**, you bout to spend it on what matters most You drop a couple songs in hopes that you could be the n***a And come out every night to let the city see they n***a Telling stories that nobody relate to And even though they hate you They just keep on telling you they feel you, n***a [Hook: The Weeknd] I've been faded too long I've been faded too long I've been faded too long Why won't it stop? The ride Why won't it stop? The ride [Verse 3] I haven't been inside Terminal 1 and 3 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 whats good at home What's good at home? The same hoes are still at it, I shoulda known My young n***as popping M's and sipping dirty jones Problem children that all be repping October's 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 f** and I'm just praying that it feels good I really don't know much but, sh**, I know a secret They say more money more problems, my n***a 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 ticketholder Season switching over I come through them b**hes Still scorching as if I didn't notice You n***as getting older, I see no threat in Yoda I'm out here messing over the lives of these n***as That couldn't f** with my freshman floater (flow ta) Look at that f**ing chip on your nephew's shoulder My soph*more, I was all for it, they all saw it My juniors and senior will only get meaner Take care, n***a [Hook: The Weeknd] I've been faded too long I've been faded too long I've been faded too long Why won't it stop? The ride Why won't it stop? The ride