I look for passage through the windows of the masses Between the storm clouds, but they generally just pass us And there's some days that I'm stuck between two magnets It's a crisis in the format of a habit Truth is, I'm up top in my head doing gymnastics And not one piece of advice is gonna stop this
Through it all you ride, you ride with me Driving crazy, broken streets There's nowhere else I'd rather be Than here with you, here with me
There's a spot down on the west side where we sit at Twenty years now, but it feels just like a minute Same placement, but it hits a little bit different, yeah It's madhouse, all I'm saying, this shit's crazy And I'm so thankful for the good life with my lady Now I'm a father to that lady's little babies
Through it all you ride, you ride with me Driving crazy, broken streets There's nowhere else I'd rather be Than here with you, here with me
Through it all you ride, you ride with me Driving crazy, broken streets There's nowhere else I'd rather be Than here with you, here with me Yeah Oh Yeah, we ride, yeah, we ride Yeah, we ride, yeah, we rideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
