Lyrics Ride It - Meg Mac

Ride It

You’re having hard times
You’re having rough days
I bet those tall minds
Are having better days
Ohh oh oh well the thing about me
The thing about me
Seen people throw change
Run back to old flames
But I wash my cold hands
‘Cause I’ve seen better days
Ohh oh oh
I got seven ways to fight it
I got a uniform to hide it
I’m gonna skip some gears and ride it (Ride it, ride it)
Ride it (Ride it, ride it)
Uh, and while you sit by
Well they gonna fly higher
Moving right to find them better days
Ohh oh oh well the thing about me
Is when I grow up (Hey!)
And get my shit packed up
(Ride it, ride it, ride it)
I got seven ways to fight it
I got a uniform to hide it
I’m gonna skip some gears and ride it
I’m gonna ride it till the sun go down and
It ain’t so bad if you can dream about it now oh oh oh oh
Woah oh oh oh oh
I’m gonna ride it till the sun go down and
It ain’t so bad if you can dream about it now oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh I
I got seven ways to fight it
I got a uniform to hide it
I’m gonna skip some gears and ride it (Ride it, ride it)
Ride it (Ride it, ride it)
Well I’m gonna move it
I’m gonna take it
I’m gonna ride it (Ride it)
I’m gonna ride it
I’m gonna ride it (Ride it)
Ride it (Yeah)
And ride it (Yeah)
And ride it (Oh)
And ride it (Ride it)
And ride it (Ride it)
Ride it, ahh (Ride it)
Ah ah (Ride it)