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the ride home - jesse james solomon lyrics

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[chorus]
nothing ain’t changed, still an -rs-hole with insight
like all i did wrong overshadows what i did right, yeah, yeah
but money coming in nice though
in the back of the cab, sipping rémy on the ride home
like i don’t know why i don’t feel a thing?
(i don’t feel a thing)
is there something in my drink?

[verse 1]
slip and slide to live and learn you live and die
caught in the thick of time, city lights fl1cker
my city type n-gga’s been flipping lights but i don’t know
a city type n-gga with a boat so who’s shipping shine?
solomon, b-tch holla man
slash jj, i get it popping myself
me, i ain’t asking no god for no help
look what i got on my shelf
look what i got on my table
i got my plate full
i’m stressed but i’m grateful
i been up for days
burning zs like an eight ball
buss it like a case
i’ll f-ck your b-tch interracial
(yeah, yeah)
no, i don’t feel a thing

[chorus]
nothing ain’t changed, still an -rs-hole with insight
like all i did wrong overshadows what i did right, yeah, yeah
but money coming in nice though
in the back of the cab, sipping rémy on the ride home
like i don’t know why i don’t feel a thing?
(i don’t feel a thing)
is there something in my drink?

[verse 2]
i take a shot to the chest and blow an l in sky
i’m in a mood and i ain’t telling them why
’cause i don’t wanna
tell ’em a lie, tell ’em it’s life, i grew fed up with time
bag’s done, i want black lungs and so i’m belling my guy
look to the skies at my lows and raise h-ll at my heights
fell into crime, but now i’m selling my mind like
i guess it’s an intelligent grind, i never run out of words
send ’em a rhyme and promise not to tell ’em it’s mine
tell ’em it’s fine, fine art behind the messy frame
b-tches love the game, it wasn’t game until they started playing
bars are flaming, art of pain, once it’s written, they can’t erase
no, they can’t erase

[chorus]
nothing ain’t changed, still an -rs-hole with insight
like all i did wrong overshadows what i did right, yeah, yeah
but money coming in nice though
in the back of the cab, sipping rémy on the ride home
like i don’t know why i don’t feel a thing?
(i don’t feel a thing)
is there something in my drink?

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