Lyrics:
the pants off my aching buns
You know going uphill I'd hit my stride
But coming down she'd sail on by!
When I finally caught up with her
She says "Not
get out, gotta get out now
I wanna hear my wheels scream and shout,
Get out of the subway
Get my wheels on the street, And start motorvatin'
And it's ten miles long
I thought I heard you scream baby
In the wheels of a train that crawls
When I don't want to go
Cause you forget me when I'm gone,
Big wheel just a keep on turning
And the fire just a keep on burning
Big boat just a keep on rocking
Opportunitiy just keep on knocking
Time dies
to get on down that road tonight
The one I love is waitin' there for me
With open arms and love in her eyes
Seeing the days and the nights pass me by
I've
ain't all it's cracked up to be
The hover craft's cool but the air's so putrid
You can tell by the stench in the air
Blood's on the ground,
Kinda like eighteen wheels need a blacktop
A bad part of town needs a good cop
Kinda like a romantic night needs a sunset
Candlelight
parched
On afric's burning sands
She whispered hopes of happiness
And tales of distant lands
My life has been a wilderness
Unblessed by fortune's wheel
Had
Can we just
Can we just
Watch the clouds fly by
Can we just
Can we just
Watch the clouds fly by
Can we just
Can we just
Watch the clouds fly by
wheels spin, then I let my screen fall
Then I let my trunk beat at Greenbriar Moto
Out, then I pimp a ho, take a bitch to Berlin
My bitch break niggas,
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
for me and the homies and nobody else
Making beats in my room by myself
Kinda funny how my last studio cost seven zeros
But I make the best shit when
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
put laws on 'em
Fuck that shit, I'ma still sick my dogs on 'em
Don't care how many police you call on 'em
Ridin' wit' my niggas 'til the wheel fall
Forgi I don't know rim and the tires
Squeaking where niggas will never get by
Flipping the script on these hoes
Shine up the grill in these glows
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album,
and by
Feel a little prayer wheel turning know a little fire is burning
Find a little talk with Jesus makes it right
Sometimes my path grows drear
Six o'clock in the morning,
Wake up by the bed.
There sits a Japanese toy
And I like it.
See the name on the wrapping,
Can't read yet but I
Bankhead, shawty, yeah you know what it is
Pockets full of number of rubber bands and bills
Came up around that standard wheel
Was finna do a deal about 60
(You get your head down, will you)
I want you to march
Eyes go right, shoulder arms
Left wheel turn, show your charms
Change your clothes,
wheels spin, then I let my screen fall
Then I let my trunk beat at Greenbriar Moto
Out, then I pimp a ho, take a bitch to Berlin
My bitch break niggas,
troubles
Hear our fainted cry answer by and by
Feel a little prayer wheel turning know a little fire is burning
Find a little talk with Jesus makes it right
to how I feel
These things return to me that still seem real
Now deservingly this easy chair
But the rocking stops by wheels of despair
Don't want
The power in his hand
Will never touch a friend
Throw your hatred down
Throw your hatred down
Meanwhile in the underworld
The weaknesses are seen
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