I'll Ride - Full Crate, Jaimes

Sorry if my moods are rubbing off on you

You might like me too much for your own good

Started out so simple

Ended somewhere new

What are we to do with

All we built for two

We keep losing conscience somebody

Has to see

We can hold each other

Accountable baby

What is left to lose but

What can be improved

I’ll ride

I’ll ride for you

I’ll ride

I’ll ride for you

Sorry if my words hit

Where there still are wounds

That’s not my intention

I don’t know how to

Soften all the edges

Feather &remove

Tighten what is loose and

Ripen hanging fruits

We keep losing conscience somebody

Has to see

We can hold each other

Accountable baby

What is left to lose but

What can be improved

I’ll ride

I’ll ride for you

I’ll ride

I’ll ride for you

I’ll ride

I’ll ride for you

I’ll ride

I’ll ride for you

I’ll ride

I’ll ride for you

I’ll ride

I’ll ride for you