Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.
What the hell is happening?
All she did was give it to me once
and now I'm back up and dagging them.
Like I had to hit that back again.
Turn edgy on the cab man trying to beat the trafficking.
I can see what's happening.
She's got me hooked like a brother on the pipe.
Cracks back again.
I'm all up in the flats, no oxygen.
I think I better go back to my ride or die.
She's waiting at the home.
I think I better go back to my ride or die.
She's waiting at home.
I'm feeling so whack again.
No, I couldn't resist.
I had to give it one last tap again.
Turn on the Mac again.
One missed call and I'm asking where and when.
Trapped in.
It's the pleasure principle.
So I'm guessing that I have to bend.
And my lady friend, she's a 10.
But I'm still seeing that I have to go back to my ride or die.
She's waiting at home.
Thinking that I go back to my ride or die.
She's waiting at home.
Routine, another sweet nightmare.
Eyes full of mist because I don't want to be here.
How do I, where do I go?
Why, oh why can I not say no?
Lost in this little moment.
You know it's okay.
Eye to eye we lie because we both know we could never be.
Because she's your ride or die.
She's
waiting at home.
Go back to your ride or die.
She's waiting
at home.
Go back to your ride or die.
She's waiting at home.
I think I better go to my ride or die.
She's waiting
at home.