Ride - Mally

Please don’t clip my wings, ain’t been this high

Got one last time to take another ride

Heart full of gold, lies full of silver

Eyes full of hope, need another scripture

Ride, I don’t wanna hear nothing

Ride, none of y’all really know me

Ride, could’ve been the last time but I woke up

Got another chance, I should grow up

The heart heavy, eyes watered

Let’s go farther, I don’t feel ready

The bright lights in my face, I can’t see

Move the cameras along, ain’t dying to say cheese

Tired of a drink and all that comes with it

A dance, a drunk bitch, her phone and new digits

Pardon, but am I really losing stride?

The homies ask me a lot, yo, who am I?

Treat my queen like a maid, that’s fucked

She clean all of my mess, I feel stressed

Ain’t died, I feel blessed, took a breath

And I closed my eyes whipping the wheel slept

Outside of grandma’s house when I was ill

Trill, chill, tryna be real

I ain’t wanna drive home, get somebody killed

So hurt, down, pissed off, Frown

Brown cheer up for a second will I lose the crowd?

I’m going down

The sun came out once and I stared

Sorta went blind tryna get me right there

I might be brown but the bulb is a mirror

Irresponsibility got me nearer

Learnin', life turnin', arts and quotes

Everybody blowing smoke and they start to choke

Crucifed what I gave to y’all

I’m a grown up and won’t give names to y’all

Listen!

Watch!

My style is consecutive

I know when I leave the room they talk negative

Gon' off sedatives, Quil, got me loving it

Knowledge is the key to the home, ya new tenant is

M-and-the-A, new flow in the game

Dropping the ball and all can’t hold it the same

Got a demon on my back on both sides today

With the angle of an angel praying it won’t stay

Too much liq I sipped, gotta prolong that

I hated rap and everybody in contact

In a trap, low figures and I’m flipping

Tryna do shit they like, cold opinions

Wanna fall off of the face, a young blemish

Faced the face, I hated for like six months

Quit the night shift, putting in work

Dig a hole now, living in dirt, consider it birth

Seen a hearse and my inner hate growing

Begging for a change through life and wasn’t homeless

Rap is a blanket, banking off numbers

Seen it all different, enemies got vicious

Groping for the vision, cataract my lenses

The old me died in December, on a wishlist

Trying on brand new wings, a flight full of pressure

Full of texture, touched it, life feeling better