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and recorded
My second trip to Jackson
One day later, wheels up
Back to slacks and spreadsheets
Two weeks later, back in LA
Where music has led me

Abstract

up, shake the hand
That drives the truck and works the land
Give a shout out to the man 
In the greasy John Deere cap

Got eighteen wheels of chrome

ostrzegała cię, byś uważała na takich jak my
Więc zejdź w dół skarbie, pokaż jak mi jak klaszczą dla mnie
Młody B, pół sceny włożyłem już w body bag skillem

Life is a heart shaped circle
Love is the heart shaped circle of life
I took a wrong turn from the start
By turning right despite what my heart said

in
By the sight of a girl she doesn't recognize
Her own image yo how could she forget those eyes
Probably cus the one that's behind them
Has grown

Coming from behind
My headlights drawing near
A sadist in the night
A psychopath on wheels
With Toolbox at my side
And duct tape in my hands
My

house
Surrounded by blood and cum and shit
And all of the things I can't forget
I wish I could tell you just how it feels
To stare into the blackness

no

(Cc)
Best flow since the West Coast
Gave us Death Row

(RJ)
Peaks and valleys
Camouflaged by weed smoke

(Cc)
Blunted off of three tokes
Find

Clouds meander through the pastures of the sky 
Grazing on the last bit of rays from the sunset
The scenery's interrupted by the banner

One and a two and a three

Well I got a problem with my automobile 
It smokes like a furnace and the break line and squeak 
My wheels need alignment

back. That keeps their wallets fat. That keeps the wheels of this machine running. Pain and dependency keep those corporations operating. Keeping them

Koľko odvahy, toľko strachu, koľko srandy, toľko plaču
Divil by si sa, čo v takom malom meste môžeš začuť
Boli spoty, kde som občas radšej nosil čiapku

(Bah, bah, bah)
(Bah, bah, bah)
(Bah, bah, bah)

No more
Giving in to back-seat drivers
That claim to own the wheel

No seeking mercy from the rain

mý wheels, range row (Grr)

Zmrdi ti říkaj, že kdo jsi
Nevinnej jak sto očí
Všetky oči na mě, bossin
Za tebe nebudem hasit
Hoes si trhaj vlasy
Piju na

I know you're a country girl
So if I had one guess of where you are
You're probably on the passenger side of a four-wheel drive
Somewhere you

her thug feelings
I'm in a condo by the shore, flew you in from Baltimore, now I got you ballin' more
Tide mix with the pacific, I'm wavy
The way you

herečka by si bola dosť cute
Ty len hľadáš prestíž a backstage cez tour
Môj milostný život bude v troskách
Máš chalana no chceš si to aj tak rozdať
Nie som

own terms
I was in the grocery store crying
Overwhelmed by choices
I wish I could control every nuance, every thought
I don't really got what it

where my old dog rides
With a case of High Life by my side
Don't want nobody there to cry
Just drop 'em down in four-wheel drive

Yeah, and take me

the beats to a ski slope
Pfft, it's a cheat code, this a free throw
Look, ma, no hands on the wheel
I'm takin' off like a G4 from T.O. To Teterboro
Makin'

going down
Yeah on the wild side

Flip the switch, pull the plug
You fell inside the hole you dug
Grab the reins, take the wheel
Tell me how you like this

time is mine
I don’t give a fuck, you’re outta luck- so don’t fucking whine

Slap to the face, passive aggression by a promise that never came through

A stream of memories flash before my eyes
Triggered by snowy trees and the land of ice
Time is moving slow
And it's time for me to go
Leaving you in

I'm hot as soup (shh, shh)
Me and K in the cut, clizzy rambo too (shh, shh)
Twenty-four, I don't snooze, I bang by noon (shh, shh)
I'm in the bando,