Baby, put that out; I don't let nobody smoke in here
You sounded woke on the telephone, but faded you don't say much
I think I wanna go somewhere
I don't like the quiet, that's why you got invited
Oh, fuck it; my ride's coming
My ride's coming
My ride's coming
My ride's coming
My ride

Streetlights on wet pavement
City shining twice
Lemme out kitty corner from The Paradise
They used to know me here
Haven't used that name in years
Been a woman too long for that song now
I've been lost and I found out
High supply just drives your cost down
They don't want you involved, just want you around
Walking in, I gotta step over a pretty thing leaning her head on her own shoulder
I don't ask if she's alright
’Cause I think she'd lie tonight that her ride's coming
Her ride's coming
Her ride's coming
Her ride's coming
Her ride
Bad news on the television
Two-for-ones on everything
Don't want no one talking to me
I just watch the flat screen
Closed captions pass:
Looks like gender's over
Race came back
Faith is a hammer with a book for a handle
And people in power can edit the past
Can put your hands behind your back
To read you someone else's rights
First the sirens then the lights
That looks like your ride
Your ride

Your ride's coming
Your ride's coming
Your ride's coming
Your ride
Your ride's coming
Your ride's coming
Your ride's coming
Your ride
Your ride's coming
Your ride's coming
Your ride's coming
Your ride
Your ride's coming
Your ride's coming
Your ride's coming
Your ride