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of the Seven Seas
Can't fight for a living so I pay em clean

Hey it's Genie 
Know you wanna be me 
I can tell by the way you talking everytime you see me
Going

We gone end on a high note
And ride
Ride
Yea
Shawty is you gone ride for me till' the wheels fall off
Shine bright with me so you can have it all

I've just outgrown this body
But I'll be close once I get too far to mind the distance

Spinning wheels
Spinning Earth
Feels like I'm going nowhere
Life

need is luck
And money to buy
Do I have to say
That people are the same
Everyone is looking for
Something to ease their pain
Being cleansed by the water

will carry on and loud
Their cries drowned
Can't break the sound
There's no more how
Taketh in life, taketh in death
Take one by one, our pleasure

to get goin'
But I keep on moving' anyhow
The rust and miles are showin'
But there ain't no slowing' it down
I ain't out here to win nothin'
I'm gettin' by

for a real life
Keep on searching for the road
With your hands upon the wheel
It's not as crazy as it feels
Looking for a real life

You're spinning

the train came back we'd watch those big old wheels go by
And slap each other on the back
That was another country that was another time
So far back through

remains clear this machine is fueled by hurt
It greases up the wheel
While distractions all divert
Our attention to the places that are boring and banal ah

the ills Boss man riding my back
Like I'm working on wheels Navigating through it all
Both hands on the wheels won't let the drama overshadow
What I'm

see the sky
And I'm not just watchin' those wheels roll by
I hope tomorrow I see the sky
One more time

Surreal city you're just a dream
You're not

giving out
My understanding isn't landing on a common feel
My hesitations, reservations are a spinning wheel
I'm in denial, but the fire has a mass appeal

Keep your hand on the wheel while were riding real slow
I know I won't keep you all night long
I just want one more song
I'll roll if you drive
I don't

Retro sounds through the tunnel
It's like driving into a funnel
Together in this bubble
One and two, perfect couple
Calloused hand on the wheel
Signs

Coolin' on the spot, got the card into the slot
I been maccin' for a lot, and I'm waitin' for a shot
Got the toolie' on the spot, weapon wheels

the wheel, 
The cabin is my den
I´d like to be back at home, 
Wanna see my baby again

I see the signals passing by, marking all the road
Tellin´ me the way

prancin' (white horses prancing)
Side by side
(You know that) Six white horses prancin' side by side
(Oh, won't you rock me, rock me Lord)
Oh rock me Lord,

Ten years go by
They're the old days now
Moving back from California
The road was long and dry
It keeps your wheels somehow
It's like the west coast

Ain't taken pills
Smoking my dope 
By my lonely
These niggas can't catch up
Behind the wheel
Ya, I had to grind for real 

Remember them niggas 
Thought I

The rains came and drowned tomorrow

Do you ever wish you could turn that wheel
And change the past and how you feel
If you saw me standing on the road ahead

If I were a traveler
And if time was like a wheel
I'd roll back the nights and days and into the past I'd steal
Buckled up in memories
I try to think

I got the bag so I pop me a wheels and I fuck on the seats
My little mama so bad she really don't fuck with sweets
But I get a piece of the candy, I

of the Beast’s belly

We ain't gonna die today
Right now I’m wide awake
Tell her that the devil got a price to pay
Letter by letter all I’m trying to say
That we

You're far from done with all of this
And dare you take your young ass past
Anything resembling necropolis
Keep a keen eye on the way your wheels track