The Ride Home lyrics

by

Jesse James Solomon


[Hook: Jesse James Solomon]
Nothing ain't changed still arsehole with insight
Like all I did wrong overshadows what I did write
(yeah yeah)
But money coming in nice though
In the back of the cab sipping Remy on the ride home
Like I don't know why I don't feel a thing?
Is there something in my drink?

[Verse 1: Jesse James Solomon]
Slip and slide to live and learn you live and die
Caught in the thick of time, city lights flicker
My city type n*gga's been flipping lights but i don't know
A city type n*gga with a boat so who's shipping shine?
Solomon b*tch holloman
Its like JJ I get it popping myself
Me I ain't asking no god for no help
Look what I got on my shelf look what I got on my table
I got my plate full, I'm stressed but grateful
I been up for days burning zeds like an eight ball
Buss it like a case, I'll f*ck your b*tch interracial
(yeah yeah)
No I don't feel a thing

[Hook: Jesse James Solomon]
Nothing ain't changed still arsehole with insight
Like all I did wrong overshadows what I did write
(yeah yeah)
But money coming in nice though
In the back of the cab sipping Remy on the ride home
Like I don't know why I don't feel a thing?
Is there something in my drink?

[Verse 2: Jesse James Solomon]
I take shot to the chest and blow an L in sky
I'm in a mood and I ain't telling them why
Cause I don't wanna tell em a lie
Tell em a lie, tell it's life I grew fed up with time
Bags done, I want black lungs so I'm belling my guy
Look to sky at my lows and raise hell at my heights
Fell into crime but now I'm selling my mind like
I guess its an intelligent grind, I never run out of words
Send em a rhyme and promise not to tell em its mine
Tell em its fine , fine art behind the messy frame
b*tches love the game, it wasn't game till they started playing
Bars are flaming art of paining, once its written they can't erase
No they can't erase

[Hook: Jesse James Solomon]
Nothing ain't changed still arsehole with insight
Like all I did wrong overshadows what I did write
(yeah yeah)
But money coming in nice though
In the back of the cab sipping Remy on the ride home
Like I don't know why I don't feel a thing?
Is there something in my drink?

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