Phillip Good - RIDE WITH ME

I heard you left me for a city boy
I gave you everything
You wanted Moore
Your telling everyone
That he's for sure
Then baby why you texting me
And he didn't have a truck
When he came to pick you up
An you always hit me up
When you got whisky in your cup
All you talk about is we
And how we used to be and
Wanna spend the weekend
Wouldn't make us even

Ride with me
I won't pick you up
Please don't cry for me
Tears won't be enough
Streets ain't even backs roads
You say you wanna ride
But I think you wanna slide
Always wanna seek
And you never want to hide
I ain't trying ride baby
B s to the side baby
I don't wanna side baby
You can move aside baby
Ride with me
I won't pick you up
Please don't cry for me
Tears won't be enough
These streets ain't even backs roads

I hope hes everything your wishing for
Gives you everything
You want and more
I'm telling everyone
That your a Skeem
So baby don't flex on me
You tell em Your at home
When your creeping on the low
Always blowing up my phone
Every time that your alone
Glass of wine your in the zone ya
Pics sent to my phone now
Baby put the phone down
Hear em coming home now

Ride with me
I won't pick you up
Please don't cry for me
Tears won't be enough
Streets ain't even backs roads
You say you wanna ride
But I think you wanna slide
Always wanna seek
And you never want to hide
I ain't trying ride baby
B s to the side baby
I don't wanna side baby
You can move aside baby
Streets ain't even backroads

Written by:
Phillip northcutt

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