Lyrics to Ride
Ooo yeah Imma bounce from work
Heading home on the phone when I pick up my loan
In the zone in my room I'm smelling cologne
Ŋatha ḻuka bala marrtjin ŋanya friday night outing-nha
Bala dhumurr'yuna club-ŋurnha
Yaka every weekend ŋanydja payday-mirriynha
Ever look at someone breaking it down
Same person when they end up in town
Dance around like there's no one around
Don't let that fear hold you back
Let the rhythm inside
I can see your face
What's the point tryna hide
Your body's saying too much
Come along for the ride
Way ŋäma nhuma ga ŋunha manikay rirrakay ŋayi ga dhawaṯthun
Bala marrtjin balayidhi burr'yuna
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Way ŋäma nhuma ga ŋunha manikay rirrakay ŋayi ga dhawaṯthun
Bala marrtjin balayidhi burr'yuna
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala (Nhäŋu mala)
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala (Nhäŋu mala)
Come along for the ride
I'm too slick like turbo with a broom stick
Puppet master no strings attached
We can start a new trend or live the past
We can do the dab or the cabbage patch
Let's go
Oh that's a vibe
No stoppin when a brother hit a electric slide
OGs two step-in rocking side to side
Let loose, let your body and the beat collide, huh
Don't let that fear hold you back
Let the rhythm inside
I can see your face
What's the point tryna hide
Your body's saying too much
Come along for the ride
Way ŋäma nhuma ga ŋunha manikay rirrakay ŋayi ga dhawaṯthun
Bala marrtjin balayidhi burr'yuna
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Way ŋäma nhuma ga ŋunha manikay rirrakay ŋayi ga dhawaṯthun
Bala marrtjin balayidhi burr'yuna
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala (Nhäŋu mala)
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala (Nhäŋu mala)
Ŋupanmirrnha yol bili murrŋiny dancing-gu
Battling-mirrnha bala räli
Yaka marrtji ḻiya-marithi
Bili ŋarra dhuwal nhakun nhepi
Bala babu'yuna marrtji ŋali please
The night's young
I'm old school on the dance floor
Express yourself what I stand for
Imma light it up like a candle
Call me Mr too hot to handle
Whooo I think I need a chill
Way ŋäma nhuma ga ŋunha manikay rirrakay ŋayi ga dhawaṯthun
Bala marrtjin balayidhi burr'yuna
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala (Nhäŋu mala)
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala (Nhäŋu mala)
(Nhäŋu mala)
(Nhäŋu mala)
(Nhäŋu mala)
(Nhäŋu mala)
Heading home on the phone when I pick up my loan
In the zone in my room I'm smelling cologne
Ŋatha ḻuka bala marrtjin ŋanya friday night outing-nha
Bala dhumurr'yuna club-ŋurnha
Yaka every weekend ŋanydja payday-mirriynha
Ever look at someone breaking it down
Same person when they end up in town
Dance around like there's no one around
Don't let that fear hold you back
Let the rhythm inside
I can see your face
What's the point tryna hide
Your body's saying too much
Come along for the ride
Way ŋäma nhuma ga ŋunha manikay rirrakay ŋayi ga dhawaṯthun
Bala marrtjin balayidhi burr'yuna
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Way ŋäma nhuma ga ŋunha manikay rirrakay ŋayi ga dhawaṯthun
Bala marrtjin balayidhi burr'yuna
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala (Nhäŋu mala)
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala (Nhäŋu mala)
Come along for the ride
I'm too slick like turbo with a broom stick
Puppet master no strings attached
We can start a new trend or live the past
We can do the dab or the cabbage patch
Let's go
Oh that's a vibe
No stoppin when a brother hit a electric slide
OGs two step-in rocking side to side
Let loose, let your body and the beat collide, huh
Don't let that fear hold you back
Let the rhythm inside
I can see your face
What's the point tryna hide
Your body's saying too much
Come along for the ride
Way ŋäma nhuma ga ŋunha manikay rirrakay ŋayi ga dhawaṯthun
Bala marrtjin balayidhi burr'yuna
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala
Way ŋäma nhuma ga ŋunha manikay rirrakay ŋayi ga dhawaṯthun
Bala marrtjin balayidhi burr'yuna
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala (Nhäŋu mala)
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala (Nhäŋu mala)
Ŋupanmirrnha yol bili murrŋiny dancing-gu
Battling-mirrnha bala räli
Yaka marrtji ḻiya-marithi
Bili ŋarra dhuwal nhakun nhepi
Bala babu'yuna marrtji ŋali please
The night's young
I'm old school on the dance floor
Express yourself what I stand for
Imma light it up like a candle
Call me Mr too hot to handle
Whooo I think I need a chill
Way ŋäma nhuma ga ŋunha manikay rirrakay ŋayi ga dhawaṯthun
Bala marrtjin balayidhi burr'yuna
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala (Nhäŋu mala)
Ŋarrakal yolŋu'yulŋuwala mala (Nhäŋu mala)
(Nhäŋu mala)
(Nhäŋu mala)
(Nhäŋu mala)
(Nhäŋu mala)
