The Ride - Drake

I hate when I hate when

I hate when people say they feel me man

I hate that ****

It'll be a long time before y'all feel me if ever

For 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 ******* hates you

And your friends faded off shots of

What you ordered to forget about

The game that you on top of

Your famous girlfriend's ass

Keep gettin' thicker than a plot does

And when you forget it

That's when she pop up

And you got a drop but

You ride around with the top up

Or get three SUVs for niggas 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 ****** right up your alley

Yeah you see a girl and you ask about her

******* smilin' at you

It must be happy hour

They put the cloth across

Your lap soon as you sat down

It's feelin' like you own

Every place you choose to be at now

Walkin' through airport

Security with your hat down

Instead of gettin' a pat down

They just keep on

Sayin' that they feel you nigga

Yeah

It's been too long it's been too long

Been way too long

I've been faded too long oh

I've been faded too long oh

I've been faded too long oh

Why won't it stop the ride

Why won't it stop the ride

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 your 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 it's real when your

Latest nights are your greatest nights

The sun is up when you get home

That's just a way of life

Apartment fifteen oh three some

Couches and painting's

When you record with two others

That want the same things yeah

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 **** 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 ooh

I've been faded too long oh

I've been faded too long oh

I've been faded too long oh

Why won't it stop the ride

Why won't it stop the ride

I haven't been inside

Terminal one and three in so long

I'm drivin' 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

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 niggas 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 **** and I'm just prayin'

That it feels good

I really don't know much but ****

I know a secret

They say more money more 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 ticket holder

Season switchin' over

I come through them *******

Still scorchin' as if I didn't notice

You niggas gettin' older

I see no threat in Yoda

I'm out here messin' over

The lives of these niggas

That couldn't **** with

My freshman floater

Look at that *******

Chip on your nephew's shoulder

My sophomore I was all for it

They all saw it

My juniors and senior will only get meaner

Take care nigga

Huuu huuu

I'm still faded faded faded the ride

I'm still faded faded faded