The Ride - Intellectual

[Intro: Drake]

Yeah

I hate when, I hate when people say they feel me, man

I hate that shit

It'll be a long time before y'all feel me

If ever

For real

[Verse 1: Drake]

You won't feel me 'til everybody say they love you, but it's not love

And your suit is oxblood

And the girl you fuckin' 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 ass keep gettin' thicker than the plot does

And when you forget her, that's when she pop up

And you got a drop, but you ride around with the top up

Or get three SUVs for niggas 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 glasses of Dolce, that shit right up your alley

Yeah, you see a girl and you ask about her

Bitches 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

'Stead of gettin' a pat-down, they just keep on sayin' that they feel you, nigga, yeah

It's been too long

Been way too long

[Chorus: The Weeknd]

I've been faded too long, ooh

Why won't it stop? The ride

Why won't it stop? Ooh, the ride

[Verse 2: Drake]

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 card 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 it's 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

Where you record with two others that want the same things

Yeah, it start to feel better than home feels

And so you up there every night, you swear you gettin' close

That champagne money was for gas and phone bills

But shit, you 'bout to spend it on what matters most

You drop a couple songs in hopes that you could be the nigga

And come out every night to let the city see they nigga

Tellin' stories that nobody relate to

And even though they hate you

They just keep on tellin' you they feel you, nigga

Yeah

It's been too long, man

[Chorus: The Weeknd & Drake]

I've been faded too long, ooh

Why won't it stop? (Yeah), the ride

Why won't it stop? (Uh), ooh, the ride

[Verse 3: Drake]

I haven't been inside Terminal 1 and 3 in so long

I'm drivin' 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 what's good at home?

What's good at home?

The same hoes are still at it, I should've known

My young niggas poppin' M's and sippin' dirty Jones

Problem children that all be reppin' October's Own

Brand new girl and she still growin'

Brand new titties, stitches still showin'

Yeah, and she just prayin' that it heals good

I'm 'bout to fuck and I'm just prayin' that it feels good

I really don't know much, but, shit, I know a secret

They say more money, more problems, my nigga, don't believe it

I mean, sure, there's some bills and taxes I'm still evadin'

But I blew six million on myself and I feel amazin'

Young money-maker, season-ticket holder

Season switching over

I come through them bitches, still scorchin' as if I didn't notice

You niggas gettin' older, I see no threat in Yoda

I'm out here messing over the lives of these niggas that couldn't fuck with my freshman floater

Look at that fuckin' chip on your nephew's shoulder

My sophomore, I was all for it, they all saw it

My junior and senior will only get meaner

Take care, nigga

[Outro: The Weeknd]

Ooh

I'm still faded, faded, faded (The ride)

I'm still faded, faded, faded (Why won't it stop? Ooh, the ride)

Why won't it stop? The ride

Why won't it stop? Ooh, the ride