Lyrics:
Never knew an R&B bitch was all you needed,
And who better than me?
These bitches know what the deal is
Who the realest
They can't fuck with me
Pre
the quest so I'll keep trekking through this inception
Layer by layer depth getting intense
I'm the surveyor
Not the voices in my head, but the one who keeps
the one niggas talking bout
A fucking myth
Say my name
I appear in a cloud of piff
I survey the landscape
Evading fake nigga handshake
Beefing wit who
I'm
Hmmmmm
Big wheels slingin
Big wheels slingin in the mud
Rednecks with paychecks
Yeah we
Turning up
Plenty kegs everywhere ooo
Bout to act a fool
rest
Isolate and get away from my head
Cuz my struggles are real
My brain is spinnin' wheels
But I won't bow and kneel
Even though my mind wants me
breaking the wheel
Need it forever high or the thrills
Love me you love you, doubt if it's real
Never understood what they meant when they say that it lasts
a pension
Got you phony haters
All in my mentions
Delete accounts
That’s so really tempting.
Trying to do better
Yeah I’m on a mission
Jesus take the wheel
Space jam needle
Where do we go
Little old Ezekiel saw the wheel
Little did he know
I didn't know Ezekiel
Saw the wheel
Where do we go?
I was cursed
Skrt, skrt, skrt, huh
I feel like I'm in Hot Wheels with it
Acceleracers type junk, for real though
Huh, yeah
I got that
(Burner, burner, burner,
Let the BandPlay, let the BandPlay
Let the BandPlay upchurch (Upchurch)
Rebel flag's flyin', four wheel drive
Back road ridin', bitch
Welcome
It's clright in the Wheel of a Revolution.
In the Wheel of a Revolution.
I saw the news, I heard the blames.
Shouting Voices Entertain.
Judging by your
and the gambling wheel shut down
Anyone with any sense had already left town
He was standing in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts
He moved across
that it ain't baby yeah
Grab the wheel and steer
Take control of your fate maybe yeah
I said life will be real weird
Who gon tell you that it ain't baby
moves us still
Fueled by everything we dream
Who knows what dreams are really made of?
Who says what can and can't be real?
So much of life is shared
to live your dream
Cut some times for your own Benefit but remember to Always support your team
Because who’ll be there to Support yours?
You know what I
eyes the truth
This could be the token
Pandemic left me broken
24/7 I be rollin views by ocean
Took me outta focused
Grab the steering wheel I can feel
Picasso's at the wheel
So roll this top down, hell with this town
Leave our bags behind
We don't need a reason
'Cause I got you, and you got me tonight
take a picture
You peeping me take a picture (You should take a photograph)
Catch me today with a cannon or a Kodak
Cause by tomorrow yesterday gone be
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
situations go arise
Then she's right there in the holster by my side
That's my other gun
That's my other eye
That's who got my back
When the world ain't on my
Simple slim, man I'm large, mashin' so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my do' and if not it's hoe by go
Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow
My wheels
You never hear a weh the Jr. say
See many girls who look so fine
And still I'm searching even night and day
An can't find a gal who look so lovely
seemed
Her whistle blows for the liberty with a mighty head of steam
Wheels of fortune sweaty Pittsburgh rolled across the Mississippi
From Texas
its hope but
Leave the need still there
They say
"Know your place
Don't look 'em in the eye and
Stay out of sight
Don't speak unless invited
You know by
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