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Ride or Die

Updated: May 18

We were born in the echoes of streetlights glow,

Dreams stitched tight in the cracks of the road.

Didn’t have much, but we had a vibe, Hearts on fire, no place to hide.

We tossed our wishes like coins in the air,

Watched 'em fall, didn’t know where.

Some got lost, some hit the ground,

But I swore to you, I’d stick around.

Oh, I’ll carry you home, no matter the ride,

Through midnight storms or the bright sunshine.


If it’s tonight or a lifetime long, i’m here, I’m strong, I’m where you belong.

Barefoot nights, city skyline dreams, Counting stars like they held the key.

Didn’t need riches, didn’t need gold, Had each other, that’s wealth untold. Life spins fast like a downtown rush,But I’m still here, never lost that touch.


You could bet it all, double down on me, I’ll walk through fire just to set you free.

Oh, I’ll carry you home, no matter the ride, Through midnight storms or the bright sunshine.If it’s tonight or a lifetime long, I’m here, I’m strong, I’m where you belong.


Time don’t scare me, let it roll,

Wrinkles write our story bold.

And if we break, if we bend,

I’ll still be there at the bitter end.


Cause in this life and the next to come, It’s you and me forever one.

No rewind, no letting go, Side by side, that’s all I know.


Oh, I’ll carry you home, no matter the ride, Through midnight storms or the bright sunshine.


If it’s tonight or a lifetime long,

I’m here, I’m strong, I’m where you belong.

 
 
 

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