Ride it out
Negotiated her own record deal at twenty-two and reads contracts for fun
the numbers
- bpm
- 89
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.89
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 7.6s
- length
- 2:46
- language
- En
lyrics
Your hand on the console, cold from the can The bag in the backseat slid by the van I got this old keychain tapping the dash Two cups from Waffle House, left in the trash You watch the whole skyline go quiet and small I keep both eyes forward, but I feel it all The miles on Moreland, the red on the brake Your knee in the dark and the turn that we take No need to fill it up We let the silence sit Your laugh comes soft and low Then everything fits Ride it out Ride it out Ride it out Ride it out My phone on the charger, face down in the seat Your shoes by the mat and the crumbs by your feet The AC keeps breathing through a tired vent We pass that gas station where your money went You hum to yourself when the rain hits glass I keep on driving, let the minutes pass The map says twenty, the tank says enough You look at the window like that’s close enough Ride it out Ride it out Ride it out Ride it out Let the cups roll Let the miles come slow If you don’t say it I already know Your shoulder leans in Like it’s always known We get home on time And we don’t feel alone Ride it out Ride it out Ride it out Ride it out