RIDE!

Music video for RIDE!, my newest completely independently produced song. Made something in between Drift Phonk, Brazilian Phonk, Jazz Fusion, Tokyo Drift Type racing music.

The instrumental can be found on my channel as well as both the instrumental and full song on SoundCloud. Thank you.

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LYRICS:

Sit up from slumber, sick thought encumbered,
Text on my phone and I know the number,
Like I got a lisp “thick thot” I mumble
Say your cars a bitch and you need a jumper
I’ll be on that bumper in 30 or under
Send a smile emoji and a damn cucumber
Cuz, God them hips got me loaded with a load of lumber, for your lower lumbar

I burn gas to fumes—-
You can’t puff pass me dude
I’m sent ass in nudes—-
I might be crashin’ soon, smashin’ too

{DROP CHORUS}
On the road I’m rippin’ rubber
On my way to rip some rubbers
In them guts or in the gutter
Drivin’ stick I hit a hundred
Squeakin’, whinin’, engine moanin’
Bedroom sound the same this mornin’
Ain’t no rent I fuckin’ own it
Engine, your back, I fuckin’ blow it

Kill it, hit it, this my whip it get me high,
No others spin it, bustin’ digits, dust is spittin’
Comin’ up on contradiction,
This the one I must admit it
Lust is drive, I must stay driven
Touchin’ leather, rippin’ linen
Need that ride I must be ridden

Talkin’ boat I grip that rudder
Arch and slope I split and scuttle
Land O Lakes I’m next to double
And man that cake gon need some butter
No hot air blowin’ that thing a bubble
But I’m outta gum, I’m dumb for a couple
Ain’t tryna mumble, but brain gone gumball
Got a seat to ride, sit down be humble

When you wear that sweater pullover, got me sweatin’ finna’ pull over
Finna’ bus, finna’ bulldozer
Feel your pulse, as you pull closer
Heart thumpin’ full motor
Car cuddlin’ pull choker
Start strugglin’ three stroker
Scared of heights and loops and ridin’ with you every night is like a roller coaster
Cheap vodka in the cup holders, front pocket gun holster
Fuck fresheners love odors, cockin’ shotgun, gotta shoulder
Top off, drop roadster, start fast go slower, hot front on locked and loaded

Twerk got force, that ass got torque
So damn fat that back could Merc
Got me manic, power hearse
Go mechanic, body work

Bumpin’ beats to cover up them screams
Tinted glass cuz that ass for me
Covered seats got that dog in me
This ride too wide for modesty

Off road Land Rover, grabbin’ hand over
Love that you a hand holder
Car heat on windows foggin’ still be colder
You’re body and breath warmer
Teeth chatter from nerves pullin’ thermals

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Doin’ donuts in a car on idle
Head on spiral, XJR gon primal
No room for three, two’s all I need,
One’s all I need cuz my lap a seat
Feel G-Force gravity, you know you got the capacity
PSI you blow but never tire
PSA tank low, RPM’s get higher

Backseat backshots in the car wash
Kissin’ spittin’ bar backwash
Jetta jet black, headrest set back,
Car rocks and slosh I feel brainwash
The way you ride, I don’t need to drive
I wanna be that seat, cuz I see them thighs
Lean meat abs, but fat in highs
You give a natural high, wearin’ tracks, mine

{DROP CHORUS}
On the road I’m rippin’ rubber
On my way to rip some rubbers
In them guts or in the gutter
Drivin’ stick I hit a hundred
Squeakin’, whinin’, engine moanin’
Bedroom sound the same this mornin’
Ain’t no rent I fuckin’ own it
Engine, your back, I fuckin’ blow it!

THIS A ROAD I’M WILLING TO DIE ON
SMOKIN’ POT IN A MODEL CHIRON
HIT SO HOT BOY, BOX GOT ME TIRED
BOO GOT ME A BODY TO LYE ON
Imma drive this ride along
Do you wanna drop top, lights on?
Fuck you give a fuck ‘bout right or wrong
Imma Pry off that nylon, gas high night long

GRIP CHAINS ENTIRE GRIND ON
DRIFT RAIN DRIVE WIPERS ON
GIMME SOMETHIN’ TO BITE ON, MIKE TYSON
DODGIN’ PYLONS, TRYNA PILE ON, SPIN AND PITTIN’ THAT ASS LIKE VIPER
AFFORD THIS PYTHON, CAN’T KEEP EYES ON
I LIKE THIS, NO LICENSE, FUCK SPIKE STRIPS, WE DRIVE ON

RACIN’ STRIP YOU RACE TO STRIP
PINK SLIP I’M CLAIMIN’ IT
FIRST PLACE WAIST AIN’T WASTIN’ IT
MADE LIKE VEYRON LEININGEN
GAS IN LUNGS WE’RE YOUNG AND DUMB
FUCK A HIT N RUN THIS IS THE ONE
NEED NO GUIDE WITH YOU BY MY SIDE
WE R- R- R- R- R- R- RIDE!