rides

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
I step outside the crib and see the sun hit the chrome
Three different spirits, but they all call it home
First up, the Armada, built tactical and tight
White body, black wheels, yeah we owning the night
That’s the daily mission, that’s the family pride
Bull bar on the front for that heavy-duty ride
Whether hauling the gear or the kids through the rain
It’s a cold-blooded beast taking pressure off the brain.
​(Verse 2)
But then I shift the vibe, I’m opening the door
To that ’79 T-Bird, a classic to the core
Light blue metallic, nose up in the air
Hydraulics locked tight, make the whole city stare
Whitewalls spinning, deep-dish on the wire
Pop the hood and see the chrome, see that V8 fire
It’s the art of the build, it’s the G-funk dream
The resurrection of the culture, shining in the beam.
​(Verse 3)
When the sun goes down and I’m feeling the prestige
I take the Fleetwood Brougham, yeah I’m taking the lead
The big-body Cadillac, blue on the white
Executive cruising in the middle of the light
Daytons on the corners, landau on the top
When this Caddy’s on the block, the conversation stop
It’s the mobile studio, let the bass hit deep
While the rest of the world is just fast asleep.
​(Bridge)
I’m a ride-or-die soldier, keep my circle real tight
From the South Sound grit to the Anacortes light
No concrete jungles, no shadows in the way
Just the shine on the grill at the end of the day
I’m breeding the light where the sinkholes used to be
The fleet in the driveway is the truth you gotta see.
​(Verse 4)
Armada for the grind, T-Bird for the fame
Fleetwood for the boss who’s changing the game
I don't need no filler, I don't need no lies
Just the smell of the leather and the Pacific skies
Five hundred tracks deep, let the catalog run
A cinematic journey and I’ve only just begun
From the V8 scream to the switches on the frame
The Moss name is solid, put respect on the name.
​(Verse 5)
I look at the wires and I see the reflection
Of a life built on grit and a path to perfection
I’m a soundtrack composer with a vision so clear
That the heartbeat of the engine is the only thing I hear
So let the engine idle while the bass starts to swell
I’ve got stories of the struggle that I’m ready to tell
Three different keys for three different lanes
But the blood of a builder is what’s pumping in my veins.
​(Outro)
Armada.
T-Bird.
Fleetwood.
The Resurrection is coming.
No shadows.
Just the shine.
The fleet is mine.