The Ride Chords by Drake

[Gm] _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [Gm]
I hate when people say they feel [Bb] me man.
I hate that shit.
[Gm] _ It'll be [Dm] a long time before y'all feel [Bb] me.
If ever.
[Gm] For real.
_ _ [Dm] You won't [Gm] feel me till everybody say they love you but it's not love.
And your suit [Dm] is ox blood and [Gm] the girl you fucking hate you and your friends faded off shots of.
What you ordered to forget about the game that you on top of.
[Dm] Your famous girlfriend [Bb] ass keep getting thicker than the plot does.
And when you forget it that's when she's pop up and you got to drop right around with the top.
Get three SUVs for niggas dressed like refugees and deal with the questions about all your excessive needs.
[Gm] And you do [Bb] dinners at French Laundry in Napa Valley scallops and glasses of [Gm] dojo shit right up your alley.
Yeah you see a girl and you [Dm] ask about a bitch is [Bb] smiling at you.
It must be happy hour.
They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down.
It's feeling like you own every place you choose to be at now.
Walking through airport security with your hat down instead of getting a pat down.
They just keep on [Gm] saying that they feel you nigga.
_ _ _ _ _ It's been too long.
Been [Dm] way too long.
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_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Gm] I've been faded too long.
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You _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Gm] _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ won't feel me [Gm] till you want it so bad you tell yourself you're in [Bb] it.
And tell the world [Dm] around you that your paperwork is [Bb] finished.
And steal your mother's debit card so you maintain the image.
And ride around in overpriced rental cars that ain't tinted.
You need a minute.
You got it.
You know it's real when your latest nights are your greatest nights.
The sun is up when you get home that's just the way of life.
Apartment 1503 some couches and paintings.
Where you record with two others that want the same things.
Yeah it's starting to feel better than home feels.
And so you up there every night you swear you getting [Gm] close.
That champagne money was for gas and phone [Dm] bills.
But shit you [Gm] bout to spend it on what matters most.
You drop a couple songs in hopes [Bb] that you could be the nigga.
And come out every night to let the city see the nigga.
Telling stories that nobody relate to.
And even though they hate you they just keep on telling [Gm] you they feel you nigga.
_ _ _ It's been too long man.
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Gm] I've been _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ faded [Dm] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [Bb] too long.
I've been on one and three and so long.
I'm driving right up to it now make sure you got your coat on.
That runway can be cold especially after summer's rolled on.
And all you knew was alcohol and city lights and slow songs.
Four months out your years got you asking what's good at home.
What's good at [Dm] home.
The [Bb] same hoes are still at it I should've known.
My young niggas popping M's and sipping dirty Jones.
Proud children that I'll be repping October's [Gm] own.
Brand new girl and [Bb] she's still [Dm] growing.
Brand new titties [Eb] stitches still [N] showing.
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