The Ride Lyrics - Take Care - Drake

I hate when, I hate when people say they feel me man 

I hate that shit 

It'll be a long time for y'all feel me, if ever 

for real 

You won't feel me til everybody says they love you but it's not love 

And you're suit is ox blood and the girl you fucking hate you and your friends fading all shots of 

But you ordered to forget about the game that you on top of 

When your famous girlfriend ass keep getting thicker than a plot does And when you forget her that's when she pop up 

Then you gotta drop but you ride around with the top up 

Forget 3 SUV'S, for, distress like refugees 

And deal with the questions about all your excessive needs 

And you do dinners at French laundry and appa valley 

Scallops and glasses indojay that shit right up your alley 

Yeah, you see a girl and you ask about her, just smiling at ya, it must be happy hour 

They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down 

Its feeling like you own every place you choose to be at now 

Walking through Edward security with your hat down, steady getting a pat down They just keep on saying that they feel you 

Yeah, it's been too long 

Been way too long 

I've been faded too long ooh 

I've been faded too long ooh 

I've been faded too long ooh 

I've been faded too long ooh 

I've been faded too long 

You won't feel me til you want it so bad you tell yourself you're in it 

And tell the world around you that your paper work is finished 

And still your mothers debit card so you maintain a image 

And ride around in overpriced rental cars that ain't tinted, you need a minute 

You got it 

You know it's real when you're latest nights is your greatest nights 

The sun is up when you get home thats just the way in life 

Apartment 1503 some couches and paint in's 

When you record with two others that want the same things 

Yeah, it's starting to feel better than home fields 

And so you up there every night you swear you getting close 

That champagne money was for gas and phone bills 

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But shit, you bout to spend it on what matters most 

You drop a couple songs and hopes that you could beat a nigga 

And come out every night to let the city see that nigga 

Telling stories that nobody relate to 

And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you they feel you 

Yeah, it's been too long, man 

Faded too long ooh 

I haven't been inside terminal 103 in so long 

I'm driving right up to it now make sure you got your coat on 

That runway can be cold especially when summers rolled on 

And all you know is alcohol and city lights and slow songs, for 4 months out the years got you asking what's good at home, what's good at home 

The same hoes are still at it I should've known 

My young niggas popping em's and sipping dirty Jones 

Problem children at all be reppin Octobers own 

Brand new girl, and she still growing 

Brand new titties, stitches still showing 

Yeah, and she just praying that it heals good 

I'm bout to fuck and I'm just praying that it feels good 

I really don't know much but shit I know a secret 

They say more money more problems my niggas don't believe it 

I mean sure there's some bills and taxes I'm still evading 

but I blew 6 million on myself and I feel amazing 

Young money maker, season ticket holder season switching over I come through them bitches still scorching as if I didn't notice you niggas getting older I see no threat in Yoda 

I'm out here messing over the lives of these niggas that couldn't fuck with my freshman floater 

Look at that fuckin chip on your nephews shoulder 

My sophomore I was all for it, they all saw it 

My junior and senior would only get meanor 

Take care nigga 

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