Artist: Drake f/ The Weeknd Album: Take Care Song: The Ride Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Drake] I hate when I hate when people say they feel me man I hate that shit It'll be a long time before y'all feel me If ever, f'real You won't feel me 'til everybody say they love you, but it's not love And your suit is oxblood and the girl you fucking hates you And your friends faded off shots of, what you ordered then forget about the game that you on top of Your famous girlfriend's ass gettin thicker than the plot does And when you forget her that's when she pop up And you got a drop but you ride around with the top up Or three SUV's for niggaz dressed like refugees And deal with the questions about all your excessive needs And you do dinners at French Laundry in Napa Valley Scallops and glasses of Dolce that shit right up your alley Yeah~! You see a girl and you ask about her Bitches smilin at you, it must be happy hour They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down It's feeling like you on every place you choose to be at now Walking through airport security with your hat down Instead of gettin a pat down they just keep on sayin that they feel you nigga It's been too long, it's been way too long [Chorus: The Weeknd] I've been faded too long, hooo I've been faded too long, hooo I've been faded too long, hooooo When will it stop? The ride When will it stop? The ride [Drake] You won't feel me 'til you want it so bad you tell yourself you're in it And tell the world around you that yo' paperwork is finished And steal your mother's debit cards so you maintain an image And ride around in overpriced rental cars that ain't tinted You need a minute? You got it You know its real when yo' latest nights are yo' greatest nights The sun is up when you get home, that's just a way of life Apartment 1503 some couches and paintings where you record with two others that want the same things It start to feel better than home feels And so you up there every night, you swear you gettin close That champagne money was for gas and phone bills But shit, you 'bout to spend it on what matters most You drop a couple songs in hopes that you could be the nigga And come out every night to let the city see they nigga Tellin stories that nobody relate to And even though they hate you, they just keep on tellin you they feel you, nigga Yeah, it's been too long man [Chorus] [Drake] Yeah... uhh I haven't been inside Terminal one and three in so long I'm driving right up to it now, make sure you got your coat on That runway can be cold especially after summer's rolled on And all you knew is alcohol and city lights and slow songs For four months out the year, it's got you askin what's good at home What's good at home? The same hoes are still at it I shoulda known My young niggaz poppin M's and sippin Dirty Jones Problem children that all be reppin +October's Own+ Brand new girl, and she still growin Brand new titties, stitches still showin Yeah, and she just prayin that it heals good I'm 'bout to fuck and I'm just prayin that it feels good I really don't know much but shit I know a secret They say mo' money mo' problems my nigga don't believe it I mean sure there's some bills and taxes I'm still evadin But I blew six million on myself and I feel amazin Young Money maker, season ticketholder Season switchin over, I come through them bitches still scorchin as if I didn't notice, you niggaz gettin older I see no threat in Yoda I'm out here messin over the lives of these niggaz that couldn't fuck with my freshman floater Look at that fuckin chip on your nephew's shoulder My sophomore I was all for it, they all saw it My junior and senior will only get meaner - +Take Care+ nigga [Outro: The Weeknd] I'm still faded, faded, faded - the ride I'm still faded, faded, faded When will it stop? The ride When will it stop? The ride When will it stop? Hooo, the ride