[Hook: Raz Simone]
Sometimes I ride clean with no strap
Then sometimes I don't
Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs
Then sometimes I don't
But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
The wind blow, beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
[Verse 1: Raz Simone]
Unfolds, street stories untold
Me and my hooligans carry guns breaking rules
And shit we don't wanna do a bid
But them niggas is shooting and yesterday they came through again
And I don't wanna lose a friend
So I ride, dark angel ripped wings
Some niggas get keys, sip lean to forget things
Me, I just think why the numb their self to the pain I put all the weight
On my back and feel the strain
First kill and first death, don't feel the same
Two wrongs don't make a right, but he can't kill again
Ash in the tray, strap in the way
Other registration in my glove compartment I had to say
I don't have the title, but the car is in my name
I'll take that ticket just so we can part our ways
Every time I always feel that I've had smarter days
'til I get shot at and then wish that I had brought my ride
[Hook: Raz Simone]
Sometimes I ride clean with no strap
Then sometimes I don't
Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs
Then sometimes I don't
But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
The wind blow, beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
[Verse 2: Sam Lachow]
How much hate can one kid take?
How much love 'til it starts to become a drug?
How much fame can you acquire 'til it starts feeding that fire?
Now look, how much until it's enough?
I roll up all of my window, the wind in my ears is too loud
Get that weed smoke out of my face, I need a clear view out
I'm looking up and see Seattle in my review now
I gotta leave if shit gets messy, I'ma go roll up my sleeve
Rain drop pada pat pat pat pat on the hood of my Buick
Sometimes I'm feeling lost, sometimes I wonder why I make music
But shit I'm sticking to it, if I don't run in my click do it
I should leave but I'm fucking addicted to it, it was written
Bitches stumbling out the bathroom still sniffin
Damn I guess my college buddies all wrapped up and coked bitches
They play with they lives, thinking they'll die and we won't miss em
And sometimes I don't listen
[Hook: Raz Simone]
Sometimes I ride clean with no strap
Then sometimes I don't
Sometimes I drive high, puffin on packs
Then sometimes I don't
But either way I let the wind blow beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams
The wind blow, beneath my wings
Gliding through the town as I see my dreams