[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 bitch

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

Fuck 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 fuck up

[Chorus: Callon B]

[Verse 3: A]

My boy called shotgun get the fuck in the back

Cars fuckin 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 classic track

Ride 2 the beat by a lateral collateral with respect to the madrigal

This Auxiliary makin shit so practical

Cassett adapter, next chapter

Fine bitch on the side walk we yelling at her but never catch her

She ain't catch, just a snatch

Not a match, gonna pass

Pass 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 fuckin genomes

You feeling this shit? You want it as your ring tone

And we can set the vibe for the pussy that you bring home

So swing low, ride 2 the beat and stay the fuck off your phone

[Chorus: Callon B]

(Mayor Jones voicemail Outro)