paroles de chanson Ride On - Chris Webby , Rittz

See now my cup is full, my vibe is boosted
My fate is undecided, but it′s goin' down the way that I choose it
Livin′ life up on the stage and it's like I'm on display
And the fans comin′ through when they know every word
To the songs that I fuckin′ play
Bang the speakers out plus when 'em tears are leakin′ out
Girls in the crowd are freakin' out
Labels reachin′ out, buzz is peakin' out
When I′m doin' everything I dreamed about

Man, I think I'm on one, saw the easy route, took the long one
And now they ain′t ready for this crazy white boy
Runnin′ through the rap game like Donkey Kong
'Cause I be super smashin′ 'em, I′m back with a rap attack
I'm homegrown and I grew the roots
And it′s about damn time that I flew the coop
So motherfucker let me show you what this dude could do
Goin' through the roof and I'ma hold my own, CT down to the bones
So anywhere I′m goin′, you know I'm comin′ back
'Cause as they say ain′t no place like home so then I'm gone (gone)

Ride on, yeah
Baby, where you wanna go?
Got my foot up on the pedal ′til the sun goes down
I just hop up in the driver's seat and
Ride on, yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
We be riding, we be riding
We be riding, yeah, we be riding on

I'm here to do my thang
So what you really know about that shit?
Good kid in a fucked up game
Suitcase still packed from the last trip
Like this and I feel alright (right), turned around my life (life)
Started from the bottom, now I′m in the middle
Sittin′ first class on a flight and I still got fight
As long as I got a mic, I'll recite the type
Of hype shit that′ll spark ignite
And set the world on fire when I give it a light

You never heard of one like this in your life
Because I go so hard, got these bars on me
Baby, I'm a super star and the bass go roar (roar)
Like I got Simba trapped in the trunk of my car
R-R-Roger that the rhyme is fat
Steppin′ on the gas pedal when I ride a track
Real shit, anybody that deny the facts
Fuck you, ain't nobody got time for that, huh
Ain′t nobody got time for that shit
The same kid crashin' Datpiff
Is back to the smack the world off its axis
I'm in the game now, you better go home and practice (yeah)

Firework in the sky bitch, get so high
Fuck around and hit a pilot
I′m just feelin′ like it really is my time
This rhyme shit ain't for the weak
Don′t try this at home if you ain't ready for the life
This game brings to you whether or not you like it
So I′m telling you all the ups and downs
So you can see the world that I'm in
Lookin′ through my eyelids (yeah)

Ride on, yeah
Baby, where you wanna go?
Got my foot up on the pedal 'til the sun goes down
I just hop up in the driver's seat and
Ride on, yeah
Baby, where you wanna go?
We be riding, we be riding
We be riding, yeah, we be riding on (yeah)

I came close to bein′ on as I gotta coulda made it
Frustrated with the industry, how can I motivate it
Feelin′ like the only loser that my parents pro-created
Watchin' homies that associated with me
Goin′ graded for my turnin' the light
But it′s like man, they were so belated
I was jaded when I made it, it was hard to believe
Even harder for me not to wear my heart up on my sleeve

But people judgin' me in the public and I started to read
The comments underneath my video, my skin under thick enough
It′s hard to describe the feeling when somebody telling me
That my music got them through when they was feelin' like givin' up
He standing right in front of me tippin′ up
′Cause he enough with his girlfriend and they breakin' up
He breakin′ up, playing my music it helps to lighten the blow
Player wishin' to sleepin′ like 20 times in a row
Mouthin' the lyrics when they hear it, gettin′ hype at the show, I love it
Ain't got no money, but I'm gettin′ through

Gotta remind my self, time to time when I get in a depressin′ mood
I'm gettin′ paid verse slayin' ′cause the hell servin' they gonna serve
Vegan they cookin′, look at my dressin' room
A thousand miles away they want an autograph
He said he like my deep records and my party tracks
I scribble things across the bottom half
It's Rittz and Chris Webby, you ready
Let′s hit the launchin′ pad, let's fly

Ride on, yeah
Baby, where you wanna go?
Got my foot up on the pedal ′til the sun goes down
I just hop up in the driver's seat and
Ride on, yeah
Baby, where you wanna go?
We be riding, we be riding
We be riding, yeah, we be riding on

Ride on, yeah
Baby, where you wanna go?
Ride on, yeah
Ride on, yeah
Baby, where you wanna go?
Ride on, yeah