Lyrics:
why they tellin'
Them chili pimps yellin'
Abandoned by some bitches who can't stand 'em
That champagne on a plane couldn't land 'em
I got 4 tires on my
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel
My wheels cause a fortune, bitch I'm scorching
Seen some niggas who love to talk shit
Reach for my thing and my tough compartment
Dipnap the use it,
the fuck up and play The
Joker's
Wild!
(Woo Hoo!)
Everybody smile!
Guess who's back on your underground dial! (who?)
It's the game show host
And lost as often as she failed to win
And it's only time will tell and time alone
What is meant by all is skin and bone
Who will ride off
appeal
I need that living water
I might just crash the wheel
I need my father
He got my back for real
Man can't live alone
Dead by the boast
Man can't give
will)
Hear our fainted cry
(He will)
Answer by and by
(When you)
Feel a little prayer wheel turning
(And you)
Will know a little fire is burnin'
are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel
Ride round town in a new black whip
Can't see through my tints
Heated steering wheel gon' burn my grip
Don't touch my shit
I go too fast by them piglets
1. 2. 3. 4
Just be by my side
Just be by my side
Be by my side
Be by my
Just be by my side
Side
Talk to 'em yeah
First come love, then come marriage
song as me
You're a star, in your car
You're Jagger on stage wherever you are
A dashboard drummer, steering wheel strummer A red light legend, by any
Shelter me for I am locked in the
World that lost the will to be there
Dying age a chronicle of forgotten peace replaced by hate
Rescue me for all
It ain't public but I been stacking up them figures
I know how to get some money, you can tell by the way I talk
Long live Pimp C, gotta keep it
just blow by
And make no mistake, there's women who just wait
For the man and machine with the best time
Rev on the red line
You're on your own
don't gas shit
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who this? She ain't innocent
I ain't interested in no dividends
Bitch made, you can't comprehend
Did this shit by
I turn my lights off?
Put my windows down
Close my eyes, baby take the wheel
Oh baby please
I still need your love
Driving on the sidewalk
Looking
out the tires
Swerve swerve, u see the lights
Wheels turning riding through the nite
cll aboard, who down 2 ride
Peeling off wearing out the tires
Ratchet as AIDS in the eighties
Training wheels and crack babies
Drug deals with those shady
People who will end up taking your lady
They tell you
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
home
Already
I am a fool but I am real
Caught in a wheel within a wheel
Taught by the jewel and the seal
Burned in the fire and lace
Leave me
Who am I? Who do you say I am? As I hobble on to the land of the dull... Wings or wheels, wings or wheels? Now I'm like a silly boy. Now I'm like
keeping inside
Part of me wanna show the things I disguise
But, If I seem I don’t fiend you by my side, it’s I
Never know who’s with me or who’s plotting me
Who took the bomp?
Every day and night
Every day and night
I can see your disco disco dick is sucking my heart out of my mind
I'm outta time
By David Allan Coe
Dedicated to Dr. Martin Scheid who saved my life when my appendix busted in Houston, and to all the people who came to my last
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