[Hook: Nate Rose]
We get along, we get along
How do you feel, how do you feel
You hit my phone, you hit my phone
I know the deal, I know the deal
But baby I'm grown
Is this just a thing for you, is this something real?
Trying to decide to lock you down or stop the wheel
I ain't tryna drive too fast, no, no
Lose control and we might (crash)

[Verse 1: Nate Rose]
I don't give much time to these women out here
Never thought I'd find one with anything of interest
Make me a believer while I'm switching my gear
I ain't got no time for these women on my stick shift
Y'all can miss this, no attention, yea
I got goals baby, oh and not to mention
All you hoes are fishing, but I am not committed
Oh no, oh no, oh no
But still I say

[Hook: Nate Rose]
We get along, we get along
How do you feel, how do you feel
You hit my phone, you hit my phone
I know the deal, I know the deal
But baby I'm grown
Is this just a thing for you, is this something real?
Trying to decide to lock you down or stop the wheel
I ain't tryna drive too fast, no no
Lose control and we might crash
[Verse 2: Nate Rose]
We might crash, we my last, we might not
I don't wanna risk you baby, can we just stop, yea
Put it in park, we can stay after dark
Thinking you should be up front with me then we could get it to start, yea
But you wanna beat around the bush all day
I don't really give a damn what they all tryna say
I need you committed 'fore you come my way
Then I'll be ready to get it but till then it's just that

[Hook: Nate Rose]
We get along, we get along
How do you feel, how do you feel
You hit my phone, you hit my phone
I know the deal, I know the deal
But baby I'm grown
Is this just a thing for you, is this something real?
Trying to decide to lock you down or stop the wheel
I ain't tryna drive too fast, no no
Lose control and we might crash

[Verse 3: Rexx Life Raj]
Look, lose control, I might crash
Their results are my past
Thought that I was in love, found a knife in my bag
Found her nice, I couldn't sleep
You were right there right beside me
Always kept it lit, I was secretive
You said hella shit, you ain't selfish with
Any of your love, on my checklist you're all of the above
When I'm high off you I don't need the drugs
I ain't in my feelings, girl I'm just a realist
I know that it's mutual, I know that you feel this, cuz
[Outro: Nate Rose]
We get along, we get along
Ride with me, yea
Get the hell out of my car, oh
No no...
Ride with me, yea
Get the hell out of my car, yea
Ride with me, yea
Or get the hell out my car
Ride with me, yea
I wanna ride, do you wanna ride?
Oh yea
(I wanna ride right now, I wanna I wanna right now...)