Ride It - Meg Mac

You’re having hard times

You’re having rough days

I bet those tall minds

Are having better days

Ohh oh oh well the thing about me

The thing about me

Seen people throw change

Run back to old flames

But I wash my cold hands

‘Cause I’ve seen better days

Ohh oh oh

I got seven ways to fight it

I got a uniform to hide it

I’m gonna skip some gears and ride it (Ride it, ride it)

Ride it (Ride it, ride it)

Uh, and while you sit by

Well they gonna fly higher

Moving right to find them better days

Ohh oh oh well the thing about me

Is when I grow up (Hey!)

And get my shit packed up

(Ride it, ride it, ride it)

I got seven ways to fight it

I got a uniform to hide it

I’m gonna skip some gears and ride it

I’m gonna ride it till the sun go down and

It ain’t so bad if you can dream about it now oh oh oh oh

Woah oh oh oh oh

I’m gonna ride it till the sun go down and

It ain’t so bad if you can dream about it now oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh I

I got seven ways to fight it

I got a uniform to hide it

I’m gonna skip some gears and ride it (Ride it, ride it)

Ride it (Ride it, ride it)

Well I’m gonna move it

I’m gonna take it

I’m gonna ride it (Ride it)

I’m gonna ride it

I’m gonna ride it (Ride it)

Ride it (Yeah)

And ride it (Yeah)

And ride it (Oh)

And ride it (Ride it)

And ride it (Ride it)

Ride it, ahh (Ride it)

Ah ah (Ride it)