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the wheel
Somebody always knows when it's time to steer
Lack clear communication
It's an endless frustration
Take a break
Let out a breath
Repeat like

around

turnaround

Verse 2
We turn on good music ‘n watch the miles go by
from all night radio ’n on to streaming 
I ain’t asleep at the wheel, can’t be

the dreams
They the type to clown your wheels but gotta take the bus
They the type to tear you down so they can cheer you up
I'm the type to wear the crown

the morning
On my pillow again
And the fields pass by
Some green and some burned
Feeling frozen in time
But the wheels still turn
Got a restless leg

Shit they be flexing i prolly done tripled now my money up
I don't got no time for a bitch w a crush
I used to roll nickels and ride on the bus
Now

sun I need sunscreen
Rolling through the school, shoes with the wheels
Thinking about these days, this shit got me in my feels like
Looking for Perry,

avenues
Also
Under-estimated
By my adversaries
And I had a few
I was really
Clearly
Barely making it
Feeling counterfeit
Trying to count my blessings
Was I

Texting females who I might invite
To my palace overlooking plights
Not something that I like
Rather something that I wanna fight
Enticed by cool vice,

Brai wont have it
Tries to fight fizz for the wheel
But he grabs it
Now fizz drives automatic

Started off as a fire in my mind
Made it blaze too hot

been banging and booming and blowing forever 
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over 
You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race 
That won't

Know that I was on the Ave when the jeweler got shot up
And I Never had a wheel I was riding on the bus
Getting caught up with these bitches steady

so mobile I'm just givin' y'all the boost
City on my back like I'm drivin' y'all the bus
deuce to my lawyer, help me get up out the noose
I was facin'

chains I'm wearing are mine
And these shoes I got are so exclusive that ain't none of y'all gon find
Cash stacking by the thousands
Bad bitches all dimes

cause a little ruffle
In feathers of conglomerates
Might turn out like nipsey hussle
Send in the muscle
Opening minds by the bus load
Embrace horrors in

slow down before this mufucka flip
Ghetto bird just hit the sky but we already crossed the bridge
I like german engineering and custom forgiato wheels

I got so much on my plate
Feels like I'm at a buffet
My to do list long as California State
Feels like runnin on a hamster wheel no break
One more

but you get no wheels
You say your on road but you only see bus routes
Life's not nice at times just gotta deal with the tough truth

If you ain't

Maybe I'll get the bus
And see the drivers behind their wheels
And walkers strolling towards 
The end of summer, if need be

On the outskirts,

ass honky got them birds flying south
Like George Jung wit some gold fronts
Watch me turn my tour bus to a foursome
Man I need me a Penelope
People

it
A mumble
BOMBUCLAWT!
Miss cah believe dis...
Nuh mecky killaz get out a control
We fling
Shot inna vehicle while wheel still a roll
Mi fully
Up inna

torn, surfing like a silver screen
Still a machine, still into killing a beat, still in it building a team
Still with the will to believe, steel wheels

Lazy in this shit like I ain't the man
Slicked back hair like I'm Dapper Dan
I got big wheels
Like I'm four years old
Four inches long like: "Damn, who

I'm liable to kick up the dust
Lotta chatter like a radio so I ditch the fuss
Used to move on four wheels 
Push my way to the bus
Now I'm whippin,

pain, this pain
Is killing

Intoxicated by the promise of the evening
His body no feet for walking
You hate the bus you go driving
Wide eyed, one hand