[Verse]

Maybe one day I can make something for myself

Stop playing these games make a name for myself

On a stage by my self seems a hella lot better

Then a slave to a wage tryna build up my wealth

Cause I'd rather build fans on a page by myself

On the ’gram I'm amazed with myself

I'm infatuated with a lot a meaningless shit

I seen a lot a people make a lot of meaningless hits and it’s crazy

I sure talk big for a skinny white kid

In a small ass town where I live

No records been sold, my story been told

And it's more like a pamphlet, less like a novel

A bit like a marvel a tale about the scattered pieces

Of a childhood back together

Tryna make the best of it

Got a little bit together can't find the rest of it

Makes me hella fuckin nervous got a pit in my stomach

But I'm still rising above it I'm on the ropes

Not a joke, cause I'm swinging above it

Being nerdy just a habit but I'm fly as McLovin

I could serve it all day, like a fuckin McMuffin

How you gonna call my new shit corny?

If I wrote it I love it, I wasn't asking for your feedback

Went away then brought it right back

And it’s like that, all facts

(And it’s like that, all facts)

[Hook]

Ride, ride, ride, ride (let the beat just)

Ride, ride, ride, ride (let the beat just)

Ride, ride, ride, ride (let the beat just)

Ride, ride, ride, ride

[Verse]

I been pulled apart from every possible angle

By everybody around me, I'm tryna hold it together

And yet I’m praying for a guardian angel

And when the sky lookin' sunny I'm feeling under the weather

And I been lookin' for the answers everywhere that I step

I’m like a Dullahan cause lately I been losing my head

I'm on a stretcher need resuscitation

Mental renovation

But the stretcher really me getting stretched

I'm always stressed out

Need to get out of the house more

On the top floor but the window still my door

Every day feelin' like the journey up to Mordor

'Til I pour more in the night and my pillow is a floorboard

A million miles a minute thinking crazy thoughts

I want a refund on all of the pain I bought

Every stupid decision is just a tiny incision

A metaphorical paper cut on my heart

I ought to get away

I think this every day

But I can't just take off, I'm not an aeroplane

There's not much else to say

I've got no time to waste

Got music left to make

It takes the stress away

And makes me realize

I love the stuff I made

I might not like me but I love me today

I'm smoother than the suede

And silk the servants lay

On bedsheets for a king

There's power in the name

(Sittin' in the)

Back seat, of the black cab

Down the backstreets

With the black slab

When the siren sounds

(Peerin' out the)

Window, like a black lab

With the tongue out

Screaming adios, cause we can't be found

Who done brought it back? Shouldn't ask that

I might take a round trip to Bagdad, bring the bag back

Bring the strap back

Got the AK, in the backpack

Wake up, just another dream I had

Cause' I envision my life like a movie

Oceans 11, or Friday the Thirteenth

Breakfast Club or somewhere in-between

If I see it in my mind, you can find it on a screen

But I'd rather put my dreams, into mp3s

Maybe some CDs, Idk we'll see

Point is if I rap about something that I haven't done

Then I prolly' thought about it bein' pretty fun

And it's picture perfect I'm shooting pictures

This kid's the mixture, beat making spitter

One heavy hitter Babe Ruth

And every time I flex it's all truth

Allow me to reinstate my dominance

I'm on a power trip, my generator shit

So no matter what you might do, just know

It's hard for this kid to lose

(For this kid to lose)

[Hook]

Ride, ride, ride, ride (let the beat just)

Ride, ride, ride, ride (let the beat just)

Ride, ride, ride, ride (let the beat just)

Ride, ride, ride, ride

Ride, ride, ride, ride (let the beat just)

Ride, ride, ride, ride (let the beat just)

Ride, ride, ride, ride (let the beat just)

Ride, ride, ride, ride

Ride