paroles de chanson NightRide - Bayley
Riddle
me
this
with
a
pencil
I
don't
know
what
I'm
meant
to
do
I
got
all
this
shit
on
my
mental
Going
round
these
corners
yeah
I
bent
a
few
Added
all
the
Adderall
speeding
through
the
night
Gathered
all
the
garrisons
I'm
heading
to
the
fight
yeah
Alright
yeah
I'm
tight
yeah
I'm
fitted
up,
you
gon'
give
it
up
Ain't
no
foul
play
We
go
our
way
Free
to
style
play
Sitting
in
the
corner,
talking
through
the
order
Only
L
on
the
Uber
X
Never
shoot
a
text
Never
boost
a
neck
Craning
to
the
left
You
know
what's
next
Keep
my
spirits
lifted
so
fuck
a
heaven
I
been
the
shit
since
the
age
of
eleven
Fresh
to
the
RIP
shout-out
the
reverend
I'm
irreverent
Make
a
king
to
a
peasant
Keep
my
jaw
on
crescent
This
that
night
vibe,
this
that
night
ride
I
know
time
flies
gotta
catch
it
when
the
time's
right
Gotta
catch
it
when
the
time's
right,
yeah
When
the
time's
right
yeah
Gotta
catch
it
when
the
time's
right
This
that
night
vibe,
yeah
This
that
night
vibe
This
that
night
ride
Gotta
catch
it
when
the
time's
right
Close
the
door
opening
my
options
Know
the
floor
knowing
my
stocks
in
Glowing
though
clocks
spin
We
say
hello
and
I
know
we
locked
in
Like
business
maneouvres
Ice
cold
like
soothers
Finish
the
room
off
Snakes
and
cartoons
of
Everybody's
everybody
Gathering
every
body
Social
through
every
hobby
Politicking
every
lobby
Smooth
in
the
section
In
every
direction
Everyone
lurking
tryna
get
their
ascension
Get
their
own
mention
Eyes
fixed
on
me
through
the
clamp
of
the
hand
Propped
up
in
booth
yet
I'm
destined
to
stand
I'm
destined
to
stand
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
This
that
night
vibe,
this
that
night
ride
I
know
time
flies
gotta
catch
it
when
the
time's
right
Gotta
catch
it
when
the
time's
right,
yeah,
yeah
When
the
time's
right
look
When
the
time's
right
yeah
Okay
Cards
dealt
and
I'm
the
king
and
the
joker
We
see
through
your
face
this
shit
ain't
poker
This
shit
is
designed
but
it's
not
on
a
poster
Crisp
with
the
trim
like
it
came
from
your
toaster
I
keep
it
sweet
like
a
note
to,
self
Given
you
the
taste
but
ain't
nothing
else
Quick
little
wriggle
though
nothing
else
Yeah
nothing's
felt
Through
the
fabrics
but
nothing
melts
Built
this
no
nothing's
frail
Keep
on
pushing
like
this
ain't
no
grail
Yeah
cold
touch
but
nothing's
pale
1 Masquerade
2 Questions
3 DeathWish
4 Moving
5 StandStill
6 Angels
7 NoGames
8 Eye
9 NightRide
10 ItFollowsMe
11 Imperfect
12 SoulBreak
13 Letter
14 Fade
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