Artist: Rapsody f/ Busta Rhymes, GQ
Album:  Laila's Wisdom
Song:   Ridin'
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Intro]
Ridin, tryna survive it
Uh...

Liquor so dark (dark)
And the club so lit (lit)
And my mind so gone (gone)
And my soul so sick (sick)

[Chorus]
Went searching for myself, and I ain't find shit
AW SHIT! WHY EVERYWHERE I GO IT TURN INTO SOME SHIT?
Ridin... She ridin... (Where you goin?!)
Went searching for myself, and I ain't find shit
AW SHIT! WHY EVERYWHERE I GO IT TURN INTO SOME SHIT?

[Rapsody]
Uh, dark clouds surround you everywhere you go, I know the type
You only attract violent, self-esteem issue kinda types
Club wit your children, fifth of liquor and some skittiwee~!
Try to run that game on me but baby you shittin me~!
Same hemoglobin, family tree, I know you very well
We all got somebody in our family that we can't save from hell
Pressure, pain, memories of bad thangs you been through
Cried so many tears, it's surprising you ain't mildewed
Look at me! Can't do it, know that I'ma see through ya
Runnin wit them funny folk, we know they won't see to ya
Loved ones gon' RIDE witcha, don't turn your back on me
Truth hurt, I know it do, but PLEASE DON'T LIE TO ME
Good or bad I'm here for ya, that's what you call family
The world goin crazy, it's easy lose to lose your sanity
Lookin for a way out, see you beefin wit dem rah-rahs
Searchin for yourself, I see you nightly when you drive-by
This nigga, that nigga, don't matter if they holla
You let 'em in, next thing you gotta another baby Dada
Circlin, circlin, ridin, smokin, ya high too
Tryna find the voice that can tell you where to find you

[Chorus]

[GQ]
Brain scattered like showers
I'm losin power, my life is startin to fuck wit me
Dealin wit lots of feelings, depression becoming publicly
Luckily I'm in line, I'll be damn if a nigga cuttin me
Climb a mountain for mo', no safety, or rush for me
Take a shuttle to space, space is never enough for me
Peddlin by the moon, they assumin someone abducted me
Judgin me by the day, aliens criticizin
Know why you hate to watch cause my timin is hypnotizing
They tell me, shoot for the stars, may need to cop me a rifle
Changin like Choirboy on that day he forgot his Bible
Never try to adjust, you just fuckin try to complain
And I try to do not like you, in my view, we ain't the same
Monthly collectin mo' the feelin how I'm vibin
Everythang for the ones I love got my mind ridin
Turbulence, hopefully my wings hold
Good wishes and prayers, we gon' need those

{*beat changes*}

[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
Just gimme a little prev-
You, where you want me at?
Turn me- ...right there?
Turn me-... Turn me up some!
Turn me up some!

[Rapsody]
8:07 P.M. on the dot
Party round the way if you tryna catch a ride
Don't matter what you wear, ain't no code for the night
Just hurry up tho, we all tryna slide
Girls in free, boys pay five
My backseat full, everybody let's ride
Turn - the - volume - way - up - high
Yo - that's - my - jam, she - spit - that AHH!
If a cop knock, everybody - shh! Drop
Hide the liquor, we don't wanna get popped! (popped!)
"Mr. Officer, is there a problem?
 This was a just a small get toge-ther
 I understand, we can help you solve it
 No problem, we'll turn down the volume
 No problem, we'll turn down the volume
 No problem, we'll turn down the volume"
Turn it up, up! Turn it UP, UP!
Turn it up, up! Turn it UP, UP!
Turn it up, up! Turn it UP, UP!
Turn it up, up! Turn it UP, UP!

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
Just gimme a little prev-
You, where you want me at?
Turn me- ...right there?
Turn me-... Turn me-...
Turn me up some! Tenth decibel
Turn me up some! Tenth decibel
Turn me up some! Tenth decibel
Turn me up some!
Turn me up some! Just a lil' more
Turn me up some! Tenth decibel
Turn me up some! ...decibel
Turn me up some!