Joyride
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Joyride
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Take that, drive fast, total, repeat
Said take that drive fast, total, repeat
Said
Drive baby drive
Risk it for my ride home
Turnt up in the two door, this that inner city blindfold
Ride faded, ride slow
Grinning like I got hoes
Dirty slap a DJ ain't got Travi in [?] tho
Lil B on my aux cord
Momma make the pot roast
Record looking spiffy count my blessings 'cause I got clothes
Running through it, ransack
Tell me where the stand at
Nothing in the tank but its gas and Saran Wrap
Pants sag, Carter Three my anthem
Let The Beat Build playing, yelling put your hands up
Product in my JanSport, it ain't even mine yet
But I know the kids I'm running with gon' point the index
Blame it on the little one
Daddy from the resi' said don't trust these little children
I see you bring it 'round my house he saw it through it
Now I see his face every time they tell me: Do it
But I'm moving chilling killing sing
Cuzzy in a whip that ain't mine
Got the hussy and my OG to the side
I ain't need to but I had to take a ride
If its twelve on my cell then it's drive baby drive hey
Sing cuzzy in a whip that ain't mine
Got the hussy and my OG to the side
I ain't need to but I had to take a ride
If its twelve on my cell then it's drive baby drive hey
Take that, drive fast, total, repeat
Said take that drive fast, total, repeat
Said
They say home is where the hate is nobody love me where I live
Lately I've been running on fumes and autopilot
The truth been on my conscience so I gotta give it to 'em
The ups and downs of fuck-arounds the broke n dumb and truancy
See I roll the dope so I forget that I'm a loser
Evening comes and nothings done remembered that I'm useless
I've been staring at my ceiling in my pity party turnt as fuck
Drowning but its down a stack and trying to get my verses up
Cursed 'bout self-awareness I treat the tree like a therapist
But I don't let him say shit, he sit with me and my arrogance
Paranoia apparently swerving but they don't care
And shit its all to much for me, tell 'em: Drop me right here
Tell 'em; Stop all that stupid shit
Watch 'em drop outta here
Drop my guts on the forces
I see the cops in the rear
I see these hoes in the plot and I drop my squad out of fear
We live abundantly different but I still wish you were here
Until then, I
Sing cuzzy in a whip that ain't mine
Got the hussy and my OG to the side
I ain't need to but I had to take a ride
If its twelve on my cell then it's drive baby drive hey
Take that, drive fast, total, repeat
Said take that drive fast, total, repeat
Said
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Who performs "Joyride"?
Travis Thompson performs "Joyride", and this lyric page sits inside the Travis Thompson catalog on LyroVerse.
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