TheRide

The Ride - Drake/The Weeknd

I hate when people say they feel me man I hate that sh*t

It'll be a long time before yall feel me if ever

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

And your suit is Oxblood and your girl f**kin' hates you and your friends faded off shots of

What you ordered than forget about the game you on top of

Your famous girlfriend a** gettin' thicker than the plot does

And when you forget it thats when she pop up

And you got a drop but you ride around with the top up

I get 3 SUV's for n***as dressed like refugees

And deal with the questions about all your excessive needs

And you do dinners at French Laundry and Napa Valley

Scallops and glasses of Dolce that sh*t right up your alley

You see a girl and you ask about her

B**ches smiling at ya it must be happy hour

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

It's feeling like you own every place you choosing to be at now

Walking through airport security with your hat down

'Stead of gettin' a pat down they just keep on saying that they feel ya ni**a

Yeah

It's been too long

Been way too long

I'm faded too long oooh

Still I'm Faded too long ooooh

Still I've been faded too long

Still I'm Faded too long ooooh

I been faded too long

The ride

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 steal your mothers debit cards so you maintain an image

And ride around in overpriced rental cars that ain't tinted

You need a minute you got it

You know its real when your latest nights are your greatest nights

The sun is up when you get home that's just a way of life

Apartment 1503 some couches and paintings

When you record with 2 others that want the same things

Yeah it start to feel better than home feels

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

That champagne money was for gas and phone bills

But sh*t you bout to spend it on what matters most

You drop a couple songs and hopes that you can beat a ni**a

And come out every night to let the city see the ni**a

Telling stories that nobody relate to

And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya ni**a

I'm faded too long oooh

Still I'm Faded too long ooooh

Still I've been faded too long

Still I'm Faded too long ooooh

I been faded too long

The ride

I haven't been inside terminal 1 and 3 in so long

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

That runway can be cold especially after summers rolled on

And all you knew is alcohol and city lights and slow songs

Performance out the years got you asking what's good at home

What's good at home

The same hoes are still at it I shoulda known

My young n***as poppin' M's and sippin' dirty jones

Problem children that all be reppin' Octobers Own