SAD DAD - Ride 95 lyrics

HOOK Ride 95 til the day I f**in die Got this b**h to get me by Open up now don't be shy And we rollin up a swisher Cause that cla** will get us high Ride 95 til the day I f**in die Verse 1: Gla** of water to wash away addiction Writing down my will man I wish this sh** was fiction Hands be shaken quivering tryna get attention Lovey ladies love me cause they love it when I frick tion Riding down my neighborhood mcdonalds not the right of me Down a little ways strippers going violently Memories when I rode in on a bike Hitting up the labels through a mic Used to be the mike and ikes Used to date dykes used to hearing shots Taking coverage of the fights Alright I'm speaking Thought the words within my city Painted pictures phones were gritty Time was lost but always with me All their daddies call um kitten man it hurts Cat calling out to girls with louis vuttion purses Standing still attention raise your gla** if you were mentioned Tag that sh** on twitter throwin curves and never missin HOOK Ride 95 til the day I f**in die Got this b**h to get me by Open up now don't be shy And we rollin up a swisher Cause that cla** will get us high Ride 95 til the day I f**in die Verse 2: Ride 95 til the day I f**in die Main b**h with hoes aside New I'm never playin I just really want a bride Tryna f** but call mine Tell her stories after nine Putting into work When I'm working overtime Gun shots white lines Storyboardin styles Think I'm better after rewrites Anime on saturday Mommy drinks the pain away Got locked up for k**ing And she never stole whats mine Making lyrics cause I'm hurting Used to mommy cursing Crusin through the city 95 that be my time Manage with it spittin hard to mention sh** I'm feeling cause I cry Whine dime bags surfacing my necklace Fierce like c**aine messages HOOK Ride 95 til the day I f**in die Got this b**h to get me by Open up now don't be shy And we rollin up a swisher Cause that cla** will get us high Ride 95 til the day I f**in die Verse 3: Looking through I cherish it Cherries on my topping Twist a sentence when I'm writing line that drain whats miss complying Now a days I sit here writing Why the f** are we fighting Chasing down the halls Hear the stream in which your crying Out no doubt Stank fish Blue trout Cry baby no pouts Smoking by the f**ing ounce f**ed more hoes than I can count Sex is not a privilege Writing letters to my one and only dearest Dear you Spinning through Smoking stogs Not chew atchoo Allergic to the bullsh** Allergic to the whole land See you on the kitchen floor Cause you haven't got the will to stand Still frames like a movie by projector I don't wanna listen HOOK Ride 95 til the day I f**in die Got this b**h to get me by Open up now don't be shy And we rollin up a swisher Cause that cla** will get us high Ride 95 til the day I f**in die