Lyrics:
And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my Vette'
Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet, I'm speed racin'
On 20's (on 20's)
Wheel's
in bumpers, chrome and grille
Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooded wheels
That candy paint, 84's, built in bumpers, chrome and grille
with you ?cause (I'm serious - yeah, hey baby)
Till them wheels fall off, till them wheels fall off
Till them wheels fall off, till them wheels fall
smoking still
Hope the universe take the wheel
Wheel, wheel, wheel
Wheel, wheel, wheel, wheel
Hope the universe take the wheel
Wheel, wheel, wheel
Wheel
Sometimes you feel life is just time to kill
Vicky Sunday says: You’ve gotta roll the wheel
Refr.:
You’ve gotta roll the wheel
Roll tha wheel, you
see, yeah yeah
But you under my wheels
Why don't you let me be
'Cause when you call me on the telephone
Saying take me to the show
And then I say,
And for one second all my problems
Fade to gray like no one saw them
I get a God's eye view on everything
Looking out my window pane
Wheels up,
Wheel me out
Wheel me out
Wheel me out
Wheel me out
I'm lonely on this wheels
I'm really rude to you
I'm the former scientist, now on wheels
of apple taken from the tree
Only for a while to come
I just wanna twist the wheel,
Twist the wheel
Twist the wheel
Twist the wheel,
Yeah, twist the wheel
I, I'm standing on your right trying to make a murder
I, I'm gonna break you down, gonna make it cruel
Twisting on a wheel, twisting on a wheel
on the side
You know she's my idea of beauty, that's what I drive
She's got wheels, wheels of steel
She's got wheels of steel
Wheels of steel
Talking
Sittin' in the kitchen, a house in Macon
Loretta's singing on the radio
Smell of coffee, eggs and bacon
Car wheels on a gravel road
Pull
Sittin' in the kitchen, a house in Macon
Loretta's singing on the radio
Smell of coffee, eggs and bacon
Car wheels on a gravel road
Pull
you couldn't see, yeah yeah
But you were under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be?
'Cause when you call me on the telephone, sayin'
Take me
you couldn't see, yeah yeah
But you were under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be?
'Cause when you call me on the telephone, sayin'
Take me
[All:]
You're my driving wheel.
[Scherrie:]
Feels good, baby.
[All:]
You take me farther...
[Susaye:]
Ooh!
[All:]
Than I've been
you up 'cause you look like hell
And you were on your own trip
And we were hell on wheels, hell on wheels
Dirty screaming white hot jeans
Looking
on the side
You know she's my idea of beauty, that's what I drive
She's got wheels, wheels of steel
She's got wheels of steel
Wheels of steel
Talking
Wheels Up
Bout to take off nothing holding us down
Wheels Up
Tell me if you feel the way I do
Wheels Up
Been so long since we've been so high
Wheels
watching a big wheel
Inside of a big wheel
That`s part of a big wheel
Turn it round
Turn it round
The sun is up there every morning
The moon is up
I, I'm standing on your right trying to make a murder
I, I'm gonna break you down, gonna make it cruel
Twisting on a wheel, twisting on a wheel
That's my nigga, that's my bro, yeah that's my dog
If niggas wanna get it bussin', he on call
He gon' ride 'til the wheels fall off
Yeah we gon'
together
We'll run forever
Outta here ridin' the wheels
Look at pretty windows
At shiny people
Statues under sparkling lights
Just take a picture
I'm done resting my head
Like a wilting flower
Down five hundred degrees
In my ivory tower
A wheel, a wheel, a wheel of wasting my time here
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