Ride Out (feat. Safia) - Raimu

Shot back down All we been searching for that relevant sound But I keep knocking and there's noone around Our future fumble and found I taste the sweat from my brow I come and ground In 14 hours thought I'd figure it out And went from Sydney but we window and I [?] And way more error than trial I'm not a blank not to fire I keep having frustrations I'm losing the patience I'm still having frustrations I'm losing my patience Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh (I'm freaking out) Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Head in the clouds I daydream drifting 'cause My focus walked out A clock keeps ticking but there's footsteps about Of feet of pennies and pounds We're getting hungrier now Substance a style I now got meat I got my eyes on the die I seen how blood feels but the length of a mile [?] Don't miss me I'll be worthwhile I need to wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up I said i'm dreaming when we're all stars Having frustrations I'm losing my patience I'm still having frustrations I'm losing my patience Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh (I'm freaking out) Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh (I'm freaking out) Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh (I'm freaking out) Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh I keep having frustrations I'm losing my patience I'm still having frustrations I'm losing my patience I'm still having frustrations I'm losing my patience I'm still having frustrations I'm losing my patience (I'm freaking out) (I'm freaking out) (I'm freaking out) (I'm freaking out) (I'm freaking out) (I'm freaking out) (I'm freaking out) (Freaking out) (End)

Ride On, Ride On Ride out, Ride Out Let me tell you What we all about, all about It's Ride on, Ride on It's Ride out, Ride out It's got me walkin In the dirty south, dirty south I said I need a beater Want to rock the band So I went and got the king of raisin hell Put on the deep thinner 250 with the big black truck With the ten inch lift Hopped out in New York, big city of dreams With my cowboy boots gunna do my thing It's a country boy with the king of rock And y'all can't stop this real hip-hop It's Colt and DMC and it's all good He's rippin house Queens I'm straight up the wood I'm just camouflage wear-in Rayban Stair-in In my cowboy hat and it's like that I'm gunna fight the power Kill in the flower Any MC dat wanna try me and D Y'all better recognize the real Ride On, Ride Out Tell me how you feel Ride On, Ride On Ride out, Ride Out Let me tell you What we all about, all about It's Ride on, Ride on It's Ride out, Ride out From New York City To the dirty south, dirty south I can down from Hermans from over Elle That's where my name is known so well I'm in a black pick-up with a mini coat Y'all all know I ain't no joke He came from Georgia Crossin the boarder Heard some of y'all were getting out-of-order Tell the reporters gunna be a slaughter Put away the wife and hide your daughters On points like this it's unstoppable Toppin these two minutes impossible King DMC is remarkable How he gunna stop it? With his gun. When he pull his gun out There's no where to run Like the Gatling gun works from the tongue And every battle we been in we always won Ride On, Ride On Ride out, Ride Out Let me tell you What we all about, all about It's Ride on, Ride on It's Ride out, Ride out From the heart of Queens To the dirty south, dirty south