Ride Up - June, AER

I hate waking up with the frost on my windshield, it belongs on my bud ha

Hate seein my breath when I’m sitting here, know the snow will never budge

Late nights cold and flakes stuck on my shoulder, depressing but I guess I’ll

stay warm

My feet on the incredible heat machine, reefer steam

The next step needs to be the song

Underground but high right now

Break your spine tryna get down

Bare light bulb 120 volts in this corner

The musics at fault the flows dried up

Lookin for inspiration for writing

But the pencil seems to have more thoughts than I do

False criminal gossip

Hydroplane across the snow and the rain to get original products

One head light out the other is flawless, I promise

I know it’s small but the work was honest

We’ll take the ride up, If you’re feeling the sound

Anyone besides us, yeah just turn that shit down

Fresh aer for your lungs

Yeah, and we just wanna have a good time

I’m kushed up, I’ma finna shut it down

Everywhere my team go you know they come around

Good love feline' like I’m in my home town

Fresh Aer for the soul

Night feels young

Drinks still cold

Playin' beer pong while these bitches get low

Party all night till the sun get old girl

And them lames gunna hate

But we liven' it up so fuck what they say

Mind so gone I’m just floatin' in outer space

Drink in my hand we just rocking' to the bass girl

And I got winners all around me

Shootout to the High Life and them good trees

Got a couple bad bitches common' home with me

I’m on me G shit Aer tell um what it means