[intro:]
Ride...
When we ride, we ride, it's 'til the jour that we die ('til we die)
When we ride, we ride, it's 'til the jour that we die
[verse 1:]
It's real late 'bout a quater to one
I'm thinkin' of everything that we've become
And I hate it, I thought we could make it
But I'm ready to dead this
Just wanna forget about it
[verse 2:]
I saw her pictures in the letters she sent
You had me thinkin' toi were out with ya friends
I'm so foolish, played me like I'm stupid
'Cause I thought it was just toi and I, oh...
[pre-chorus:]
Now I look back on the time that we spent
And I, see it in my mind playin over and...
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