Ride The Wave Lyrics

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I can't explain but I've been feeling in some type of way

To get up in the booth and get paid it's just that type of day

Junkie tweakin' on the side of the road he tryna fight the rain

I go and do something they gon' repeat it like what Simon say

I'm out eatin' surf and turf you tryna ride the wave

And I don't pay attention less there's profit cause I'm getting paid

Fuck some angel dust but off exotic I'ma fly away

I woke up feeling in that type of mood I'm tryna get high today

No there ain't no comin' down cause now I'm on the rise

And ain't no point of bein' rich alone I'm tryna bring the guys

Outsiders see me young and dumb I'm getting rich and wise

And this shit deeper than it really looks so keep that shit in mind

Locked in there ain't no way out cause bitch I'm zippin' ties

They thinking I got all the answers I just improvised

I'm the chosen one know you can see that shit up in my eyes

And all I need to know is count this money fuck a X and Y

Z unfaithful hoes yeah these bitches zap

I don't do no tricking mind games yeah that shit a trap

I thought I'd have a wrap sheet I never thought I'd rap

And I had thought wrong cause I thought shhh would never turn his back

I couldn't get my act straight I was hella bad

Most loved and hated in the city got em hella mad

Police buggin' out I need that name and number on that badge

High as fuck and I ruined my shorts cause I forgot to ash

High as fuck tryn' light the wood caught the stove on fire

I don't sell but if there's extra gas hit up some fiendin' minors

If twelve hear that I'm joking don't even conspire

I don't ghost write get out my DMs go look on Fiverr

I'ma keep it 100 I've been doin' good

White boy and no I don't bang but got love from the hood

I was fucked up I understand I was where you stood

So bro know that if I could help then for sure I would

And for sure I will

Go get a bag get off your ass fuck you sittin' still

Use my time wisely I get paid to rap and chill

And I don't give a fuck about before that's the past for real

And that's facts for real

I've been droppin' hot shit not in Buffalo but stack them bills

You sayin' that I can't switch up the flow stop the cap for real

If I get locked up fuck that food you can have my meal

They fuckin' with my shit cause I'm the truth I got fact appeal

I can't explain but I've been feeling in some type of way

To get up in the booth and get paid it's just that type of day

Junkie tweakin' on the side of the road he tryna fight the rain

I go and do something they gon' repeat it like what Simon say

I'm out eatin' surf and turf you tryna ride the wave

And I don't pay attention less there's profit cause I'm getting paid

Fuck some angel dust but off exotic I'ma fly away

I woke up feeling in that type of mood I'm tryna get high today

Ha yeah