You’re having hard times You’re having rough days I bet those tall minds Are having better days
Oh, the thing about me The thing about me
Seen people throw change Run back to old flames But I wash my cold hands ‘Cause I’ve seen better days
I got seven ways to fight it I got a uniform to hide it I’m gonna skip some gears and ride it Ride it (ride it) ride it
And while you sit by Well they gonna fly higher Moving right to find them better days
Oh, the thing about me Is when I grow up And get my shit packed up (Ride it, ride it)
I got seven ways to fight it I got a uniform to hide it I’m gonna skip some gears and ride it
I’m gonna ride it til the sun go down It ain’t so bad if you can dream about it now I’m gonna ride it til the sun go down It ain’t so bad if you can dream about it now
I got seven ways to fight it I got a uniform to hide it I’m gonna skip some gears and ride it Ride it, ride it, ride it, ride it
Well I’m gonna move it I’m gonna take it I’m gonna ride it (ride it) I’m gonna ride it I’m gonna ride it (ride it) Ride it, ride it, ride it, ride it Ride it, ride it, ride it, ride itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
