Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Rides Left, artist - Horrorshow. Date of issue: 19.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Rides Left |
| Most days I don’t know where the day goes |
| Complacent, just as long as my name’s on the payroll |
| One step at a time, cover the distance |
| Love every line of none of this shit |
| Still rock a misfit mentality |
| Smiling at your majesty, hoping she ain’t mad at me |
| Still walk around this town with a chip on my shoulder |
| Yeah, we been on the boil, now we simmering over |
| So I hit wingspan and take flight |
| Pagliacci chasing a stage dive, that ain’t right |
| Never been the funny one of the bunch |
| The straight faced type, working late nights till my papes right |
| And maybe they won’t let me in the club with these shoes |
| But your girl looking at me like she got nothing to lose (I think she like me) |
| So I’ma take it and run with it, maybe even have some fun with it |
| Live it, love it, leave it, then be done with it |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now) |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it with me now) |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now) |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| Most days you won’t catch me up before double digits |
| Afraid of the light, the sights that might come with it |
| But no limits is the policy whenever we rock |
| I’m like that winning lottery ticket that went through the wash |
| And I could use a big red ball in my backyard |
| Memoirs of the aspiring rap star |
| Money is like sand in the palm of my hand |
| I’ve got a whole fist full then it’s gone, like «Damn» |
| Met hip-hop at 13 and never looked back |
| Droppin' science since 16, same time I dropped maths |
| Now some of my best friends are people I’ve never met |
| So I keep their voices glued to my head |
| And at the rate I’m goin' I’ma be deaf by age 30 |
| But fuck it, turn it up enough to make the bass dirty |
| And I’ll hit you with a repentant flow |
| Reverse voyeur: showin' you what you were never meant to know |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now) |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it with me now) |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now) |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| Most days, well, these days it’s more like every day |
| That I’m waiting on my ready made fit |
| Moving at a steady pace, it seems the angel and the devil |
| On my shoulders can’t ever seem to settle a debate |
| Like the cold comfort of an enemy’s embrace |
| Yesterday’s mistakes showin' me a better way |
| Nowadays I watch what I say to some |
| 'Cause there’s a whole lotta damage you can do with a tongue |
| But it’s come to my attention that some change is necessary |
| Making a few stops on my way to the cemetery |
| And yes, I am the new Jack on the block |
| But won’t stop till my crew’s the new black |
| Horrorshow, take a walk with your humble narrator |
| We got Solo on the mic and Adit on the fader |
| And we takin' aim and takin' names |
| Twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five since '88 |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now) |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it with me now) |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now) |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it with me now) |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now) |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it with me now) |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now) |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| We ride till there’s no rides left |
| See I used to write sad 'cause it’s easy (It's easy) |
| Then I tried happy 'cause it freed me (It freed me) |
| Now I’m like somewhere in-between these two |
| And I don’t know, I think you’re startin' to believe me |
| See I used to write sad 'cause it’s easy (It's easy) |
| Then I tried happy 'cause it freed me (It freed me) |
| Now I’m like somewhere in-between these two |
| And I don’t know, I think I’m startin' to believe me |
| SACK LODGE: They’re not who they say they are… Those aren’t even their real |
| names. |
| No, everything they told you’s a lie |
| CLAIRE CLEARY: What? |
| I-I don’t understand what your saying |
| SACK: Everything that they’ve told us is a complete fabrication! |
| CLAIRE: Is that true? |
| JOHN BECKWITH: Well, it’s… not entirely |
| CLAIRE: No. It’s a «yes» or «no» question |
| JOHN: I know, but it’s complicated |
| CLAIRE: Yes or no? |
| Yes or no? |
| JOHN: Yes… with shades of grey |
| JEREMY GREY: I’ll level with ya. |
| I’m not perfect. |
| But who are we kidding? |
| Neither are you. |
| And you wanna know what? |
| I dig it! |
| There’s a new headline, there’s a new sensation |