Lyrics:
I think the question everybody wants to know is
What does it feel like to walk with Christ
Feels like I been on a wheel
Feels like I been
Powder on my clothes
Always in the kitchen with pots on the stove
By next summer I will have a Range Rover
My money, it grows and it grows and it
Banging on my chest gorilla's in the Congo
Shorty on my side like her name Tonto
Heading to the money like I gotta go pronto
All about my chips
jack and poker and the roulette wheel
A fortune won and lost on ev'ry deal
All you need's a strong heart and a nerve of steel
Viva Las Vegas, viva Las
the muthafucking wheels fall off
Wheels fall off
Wheels fall off, yea
This what the nights end like
When thugs cry bring sirens by
And the fork's left brought more
The wheels of life are turning so much faster
The restless hands of time pass me by
There are dreams I'll never live to see
But as long as you
walk on by
I'm gonna be a wheel someday
I'm gonna be somebody
I'm gonna be a real gone cat
Then I won't want you ooh
Well, na na na na na said, I, I,
Beat a nigga block like a Congo
Keep that 9 on me like I'm Rondo
I'll leave you with no fuckin' nose
I leave you where nobody knows
Need my Guala
Little boy, we hit the jackpot this time
Play with my brother they're savages
They come from the Congo
In from the jungle
Ready to rumble
Wake up in
long shadows by the railroad track
Where the simmering sky slides on for miles
And the working dog is never out of style
Oh the wheels don't stop
to phosphorous,
Hear the pop of
Precipitations distant rumble,
Thunder keening,
Me whisper under
Wheels on sleeper,
Wheels on sleeper,
Wheels on sleeper.
Woods,
I'm standing with you on your roof
Looking at the chemical sky
All purple blue and oranges
Some pigeons flying by
The traffic on canal street's so
after di party
Mi wheel mi teelie pon yuh
No gyal cyaa seh yuh freaky
Feel mi teelie pon yuh
If anuh food you nuh eat it
Mi wheel mi teelie pon yuh
Wine
The parade of souls
Is marching across the sky
Their heat and their light bathed in blue
As they march by
The All Stars play
'When the Saints
as a motherfucker, why I'm rich
By a bag brother get a nigga high I'm lit
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch
Hit you when you're hidin', now you it, now
There's a big wheel
There's a big wheel
He's a whole lot bigger than you
There's a big wheel
There's a big wheel
He's a whole lot bigger than me
racing by lunchtime
Don't sleep behind the wheel at the stoplight
Can't sleep behind the wheel as you're driving home
You keep coming down the hill
The wheels of life are turning so much faster
The restless hands of time pass me by
There are dreams I'll never live to see
But as long as you
hate me all ya want
But what my heart beat is love (Yeah)
Y'all gon get it by all means
Y'all can pay me no mind
Still Molly never gon stop
Man I be
There's a house on a hill
By a worn down weathered old mill
In the valley below where the river winds
There's no such thing as bad times
There's a house on a hill
By a worn down weathered old mill
In the valley below where the river winds
There's no such thing as bad times
WHEELS
By Bucky Covington, Dan Couch, Dale Oliver
Vs1-
Wheels, yeah ya get ya first set on the huffy or your schwinn
Banana seat, spoked wheels
a pretty fucking fast year flew by
That's a pretty long third gear in this car
Glidin' on the five
The deer run across, kill the headlights
Pretty
How do you like my wheels
Check out my wheels, hey
Now everybody smoke but I be higher than the birds go
My donk got big feet, I'm drivin' on the dirt
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