The Ride

Pull up in a whip now
Tell me what youre thinkin of
Tryna get a grip now
But my mind so high in the clouds above
Do you reckon deep down
When the push comes to shove
We could put our feet down
Now
Back down in the mud

Tryna get a grip got me feeling I should dip
But the way that you been movin got me feelin kinda sick
I roll down the windows
Just to feel how the wind blows
Tell me does the time keep rolling on
crashing to the place that I'm standing on
Sink deeper to the waist soon I will be gone
Lonely face staring on and on and on

And the night moves slowly
Conversations getting lonely
And the night moves slowly
Conversations getting lonely

Hold up where my mind
Way out there in the water
Just goin for a ride
Just feelin out the vibe
Visions getting blurry and my hands are numb
Turn to look at you but you just pass the rum
Gas tanks empty but the lights are on
Cars left running but the drivers gone

Pull up in a whip now
Tell me what youre thinkin of
Tryna get a grip now
Mind so high in the clouds above

And the night moves slowly
Conversations getting lonely
And the night moves slowly
Conversations getting lonely

I get so
I get so
And the
I get so
I get lonely

I get so
I get so
And the
I get so
I get lonely