Reaux Marquez - Let Me Ride lyrics

[verse 1] I can teach a preacher 'bout life & the sh** he teaching Through vices of life dimensions, could swim in a Pisces kitchen I cut with the knife im given. i was taught to teach you But when you high off life it's hard to reach you It's like hanging out the sun roof with that AK-four7 Tattooed cross under his eye so you know the lord sent him But when the world decides to bust back just hope the lord blessed him Cause the world dont give a f** about the f**s that you give Religion, s**, or two cents, keep it to yourself we ruthless Breathe. ventilate. no weed. for today. we high. anyway. oh lord... Might want to suicide that bottle n***a Cause hopes & dreams only lasts us 'til tomorrow n***a And i still dont give a f**, thats a 90s baby's trait Maybe WE should give it up, but the WEED can't give it up That THC got too much 'f** it' who are WE to tell us 'no'? Put your thoughts & pride above it. in TENNESSEE dont need a coat 90 degrees in december, always hot out. stay cool & stay to yourself the easiest way up out it. no joking The night is right, that a** poking we'll be alright like napoleon Dynomite. vote for HYdro, they smoking light green f** feelings, f** what it might seem. who's realer? who really fighting The war of being yourself? duplicates in a hot seat, i be... Ro, not you. Just me, not them. LV, not them [misc.] So you just gone play along huh? HUH? Nah [verse 2] I told myself that i would write this Then i played the instrument take & it told me what to write sh**, it's hectic tryna view yourself from a different perspective You more reckless than you thought You dont give a f** about your presents(presence) you more gifted than you thought Gotta go, gotta go. everybody gotta know your business or you gotta show them n***as That you stand alone but, not a ho She s** it 'til a snotty nose i wonder if her doctor know it's not a cold Where the hell yo' jacket boy it's cold outside Oh no dont worry mama see it's hoes outside Wrap her legs around me, i won't bring a baby back i promise Dont you doubt me. like a riot, bust it buss it then im outtie Out that parking lot, strapped up, old school, windows down Bumping Ro, now what, you gone do? not sh** Play along, the 12 disciples' favorite song Take this $1 and a dream, play along Take this strap, pray along Take this sack, play along & when it turns sour "ion know where you got it from", let the world tell it They leave 'em dry f**it