Nowhere Else I'd Rather Be
I look for passage through the windows of the masses
Between the storm clouds, but they generally just pass us
And there's some days that I'm stuck between two magnets
It's a crisis in the format of a habit
Truth is, I'm up top in my head doing gymnastics
And not one piece of advice is gonna stop this
Through it all, you ride, you ride with me (Oh)
Driving crazy, broken streets (Oh)
There's nowhere else I'd rather be (Oh)
Than here with you, here with me (Oh)
There's a spot down on the west side whеre we sit at
Twenty yеars now, but it feels just like a minute
Same placement, but it hits a little bit different, yeah
It's madhouse, all I'm saying, this shit's crazy
And I'm so thankful for the good life with my lady
Now I'm a father to that lady's little babies
Through it all, you ride, you ride with me (Oh)
Driving crazy, broken streets (Oh)
There's nowhere else I'd rather be (Oh)
Than here with you, here with me (Oh)
Through it all, you ride, you ride with me
Driving crazy, broken streets
There's nowhere else I'd rather be (Oh)
Than here with you, here with me (Oh)
Yeah
Oh
Yeah, we ride, yeah, we ride
Yeah, we ride, yeah, we ride
Between the storm clouds, but they generally just pass us
And there's some days that I'm stuck between two magnets
It's a crisis in the format of a habit
Truth is, I'm up top in my head doing gymnastics
And not one piece of advice is gonna stop this
Through it all, you ride, you ride with me (Oh)
Driving crazy, broken streets (Oh)
There's nowhere else I'd rather be (Oh)
Than here with you, here with me (Oh)
There's a spot down on the west side whеre we sit at
Twenty yеars now, but it feels just like a minute
Same placement, but it hits a little bit different, yeah
It's madhouse, all I'm saying, this shit's crazy
And I'm so thankful for the good life with my lady
Now I'm a father to that lady's little babies
Through it all, you ride, you ride with me (Oh)
Driving crazy, broken streets (Oh)
There's nowhere else I'd rather be (Oh)
Than here with you, here with me (Oh)
Through it all, you ride, you ride with me
Driving crazy, broken streets
There's nowhere else I'd rather be (Oh)
Than here with you, here with me (Oh)
Yeah
Oh
Yeah, we ride, yeah, we ride
Yeah, we ride, yeah, we ride
Credits
Writer(s): Marc Andrew Roberge, Adam Daniel Friedman, Brian Brundage
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