Lone Rider Lyrics

Aye, Time moves slow when I'm in the day

Time moves fast when it's getting late

Bop to jazz on the interstate

Drop the bag on anything

Pop a bottle champagne

Disco party we dance

Pop a bottle, champagne

Yeah, yeah

Outside looking in behind a closed curtain

I'm the studio with the bourbon

She got a new Berkin

What's inside the purse

I might never know for certain

Could be contraception prepared for me to burst in

Yeah, Hope she don't curve me

When it come to balling out

Guess I'm Kyrie Irving

Flyest motherfucker in the suburban area

Lately I been up against the ropes like Rey Mysterio

I, ain't see you in a while

Might call you up tonight

Hi, what's good are you aight?

Baby what do you need

It's getting dark now

Late night maybe time to lay the pen down

Lose count of the days that I spent down

So much time can't decide what to do about

Hate to be a coward but I gotta dip up out here

Hit the road stay moving I cannot drown here

Keep swimming through the trauma make it to the island

Just me on the beach I'm an outsider

Only me on the beat I'm a Lone Rider

Only cowboy in the desert with his own rifle

Aiming at the industry verbally violent

Mp3's on me gonna kill the silence

Why bother trying to tell you

I'mma show you why this

Young Isaac's got the rock in his hand he cannot pass this

I'mma act now, set the tone, start a riot

Last man standing on his own and it's been like this

Yeah I, ain't seen you in a while

Might call you up tonight

Hi, what's good are you aight?

Baby what do you need from me