RIDeSLOW
Ride slow
When i'm on the drive home
I know
I ain't in the right mode
Battery life low
Shit keeps gettin' faster, how long can I drive slow
Tryna run this race nobody told me what it's like tho
I'm goin' insane, my peace of mind out of sight bro
Thought I had a grip but now the grip's not tight tho
I'm on a tight rope
To make it to the end needs sacrifice
I split myself in two, i'm not aligned
My mum keeps askin' me if i'm alright
We barely speak but she knows from my eyes
Can't talk to her i'm worried she won't get it
Nobody ever gets it, they tellin' me to rest
You really don't get it, don't fuckin' tell me I should rest
I'm on a mission, and I'm so close how can I forget
I gotta get the job done, ignore the tightness in my chest
I told my sister i'm okay, she's scared i'm functional depressed
Alcohol & bitches keep ya boy distracted
It's lonely 'cos they only want me for my status
I'm in a room it feels like no one understands me
Ride slow
When i'm on the drive home
I know
I ain't in the right mode
Battery life low
Shit keeps gettin' faster, how long can I drive slow
Tryna run this race nobody told me what it's like tho
I'm goin' insane, my peace of mind out of sight bro
Thought I had a grip but now the grips not tight tho
I'm on a tight rope
When i'm on the drive home
I know
I ain't in the right mode
Battery life low
Shit keeps gettin' faster, how long can I drive slow
Tryna run this race nobody told me what it's like tho
I'm goin' insane, my peace of mind out of sight bro
Thought I had a grip but now the grip's not tight tho
I'm on a tight rope
To make it to the end needs sacrifice
I split myself in two, i'm not aligned
My mum keeps askin' me if i'm alright
We barely speak but she knows from my eyes
Can't talk to her i'm worried she won't get it
Nobody ever gets it, they tellin' me to rest
You really don't get it, don't fuckin' tell me I should rest
I'm on a mission, and I'm so close how can I forget
I gotta get the job done, ignore the tightness in my chest
I told my sister i'm okay, she's scared i'm functional depressed
Alcohol & bitches keep ya boy distracted
It's lonely 'cos they only want me for my status
I'm in a room it feels like no one understands me
Ride slow
When i'm on the drive home
I know
I ain't in the right mode
Battery life low
Shit keeps gettin' faster, how long can I drive slow
Tryna run this race nobody told me what it's like tho
I'm goin' insane, my peace of mind out of sight bro
Thought I had a grip but now the grips not tight tho
I'm on a tight rope
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