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the neighbours
Call the police we gone pay em and tell em to go coz they know I'm a player
Enemies sending me prayers
I'm not scared of fame
Money and power gone

wheel
I'm a keep it old school
And I got an old school
Drako thirty rounds don't give a fuck
About yo old dude
We bossin up Nigga we bossin up
If you

and told me to share it
And how to care for it, how show it's worth
And how to be there it
Tears on the turf
Had to throw prayers for it
Fears left my work

and another soldier's deep in prayer
Some mother's child has gone astray, she can't find him anywhere
But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise

the directed it'll leave you jarred / without a hope or a prayer singing with no regards / so i handle my business just like it came str8 from God / because it

WE GOT TWO BABY SEATS BUNGEE CORDED ON THE BACK
OF OUR FOUR WHEEL REDNECK KAWASAKI CADILLAC
THE ENVY OF EVERY SINGLE BODY IN THIS DIRT ROAD TOWN
WELL

One Step at a Time (Michael Fix/Mark Cryle)

So they seemed to miss your number
At the turning of the wheel
When you’re feeling like you’ve seen

and take the wheel
It's been too long, and I can't deal
It drives you fucking nuts I know
But you can sing in stereo

Be there and I won't be scared
You'll

To begin
A seat at the table
Of our yearning

To love
The wheels of this great turning
Dispel the grey aura you've known
Deepen the joy, stars aglow

just a figment of my imagination
I been veering, can you just take the wheel and help me make it
I been breaking
Reading your scripture, you say be

playing multiplayer
I'm the demon slayer
Got her saying prayers
We can do it later
Got to hand in some school papers
We never running the clock no woah
We

so deafening
Not looking for a means to an end

I'm the man that lit the torch and ran away with it
So I put my hand on the wheel start to drive
Don't

cause my passion drive the wheel for me
Blackjack twenty one quad stack forty
And I'm rolling with the niggas who gone call the hit for me
Holy he who

bugles! blow!
Over the traffic of cities  over the rumble of wheels in the streets
Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses?
No sleepers must

& the money he gives
Water is deep it's surrounding the hip
Bottomless pit that we cannot forget
Commons is bare I need a prayer
The words that I speak I'm

Keep it real if you wanna ride with me
Acting like you my homie and end up under the front wheels
This is not a drill I fill em with fear
I'm not a fan

Gasoline in the back
I've got nine prayers nine lives
But I'm living on borrowed time
Sitting on the hood of a four-wheel drive
Why sleep when you

praises my prayers are headed
And they end with Blessing's
I wrote this line a thousand times
And as we go to stroll
We start to get a flow
Slow movements

Rolling, controlling the wheel of a series
When I'm clean, don't want you dirty niggas near me
Stevie, trying to see seven figures yearly
Make me something

the country lets go

Front porch sing along with me
Wagon Wheel until we fallin' asleep
Say a prayer cuz the good Lord saved us
It ain't all bad where the good

down in the mask Rey masterio
A lil spiritual nigga inside ya stereo
16 to the grave on king Dave
Say my prayer everyday but it's not biblical
It's a lot

to church
I didn't know what the hell wasn't going on
And every prayer sounded like a curse
So I kept driving down the street
And I ran threw every stop sign

on us even though we be drawling

How can I be more clear
Give Jesus the wheel then he gone steer
Was stuck in neutral he put me in gear
Told you he was

ANY FUN
I'M SORRY THAT I ASKED

WELL I DON'T HAVE A PRAYER
AND I DON'T HAVE A CHOICE
AND I DON'T HAVE NO WHEELS
TO RIDE AROUND WITH THE BOYS
WELL I'MMA