Lyrics:
you into space
As you float up there in the thin night air
Searchin for a spot to land
She's caressin the wheel of a coupe de ville
There's things
paths cross again
But for now, you must only listen and heed
There is, still hope. There are a few that remain
A few who can still bring order
eighteen, I sold that car
Traded wheels for a wedding band
A Plymouth hunter-green, big block with three on the tree
With every nut and bolt turned by these
I used to visit all the very gay places
Those come what may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life
From
has his mind
But they still talk to him like he's five
Loud and slow and high-pitched like they're stuck on autopilot
He wheels himself over
might lie but I'm a player by nature
Work a ho quick for the paper
So haters feel the vapors, yeah take a hit from the bomb
(Chronic) I brought a whole
of intermission?
No one cares about a writer who is struggling to write
They'll say it's way too repetitious
And so overly ambitious
Which of course makes them
remember
If I lend you my heart will you teach me to feel?
When you feel like a part then you know that it's real
We can go back to the start just by
when I borrow my folks' wheels
(But you can't drive) whatever, our van died
(Get a good bike) who I look like, that Lance guy?
I ain't pushing no
I hope you're cursin'
Punchin' that steering wheel
Realizin' how you really feel
Second guessin'
Every single white dotted line
That's flying
an angel meant to walk down here
And you believe it's all divine
And you don't play by all those temporal rules
You watch the world begin to die
by the tricks and jawns, pimps and cons
Born and raised in Oakland, several miles man from [?]
Ooh, man this shit we on, get blown to oblivion
The work week been way too long
Ain't been enough Waylon on on the radio
To get a good old boy by
No
The achin' back its just gettin' old
You
of anger that rises high
Is crushed and silenced by the law
So that the voice behind the money wheels
Can spin faster and makes some more
So is it
hallucinate
Double up while you fumble up
Fuckin' up, you fuckin' punk
If there's no room
Then we'll stick em' by the fuckin' pump
I was raised in
big
I be stuttin' on that ass
Screech pop up out the dash
Beep, beep, who got the keys to the Caprice?
4/50 engine is obese
Pull up by twenty-five
and got trucks and risers for free. Why one of the wheels was practically square. I had tofu hotdogs in the fridge, milk and diet soda, and that was it! I
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The wheels are turning, everything is fine
Her
to get Ahead
Motherfuck these hoes
And Impose I got to get my bread
The streets say nothing nice
They quit it like the idus
And everybody dippin seein
who
really am not of your kind.
See, your history a book of blood
Horror designed by human brains, I can't forget!
Where are the tortured souls now?
Who
a boy who begins to wave
Feels the sting of the wheels like the chill of the grave
Midnight Train like an echo
Of heavy rain falling down
Midnight
to town who knows their journey route
Different trains going on different rails wheels are finding their way
Spinning round without rest heading from east
I, I used to visit all these very gay places
Those come what may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
To get a feel of life
You've got move your feet to walk
Enter a bus, exit all you know
When the driver kicks you off
You just tuck and roll
You're the only one who knows
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