Hands on the Wheel
Truth is weed and brew just is how my summertime do
11am wilen out, puff a blunt a heinekin too
Keep me straight until 4:22
Life as Qs55 was just a one when trick turns bitch
Trying to play me like she ain’t the snitch
Fuck around and get the GB ditch
Bitches, bitches, bitches, got to put one down to make them shine
Truth is they feel my fire in every other line
But the get right aint anything like theirs I do mine
Lunatic, the addict can stop any time
Switch it up, light it up, pop it down or fight it with rhyme
Ordering coronas with lemons not limes
Chorus
Roll it up, take a hit, pass it around, light a cigarette
Take a shot, and pass it again – lights go down at 2am
This is just our winter nights, our circle crew yeah we owe you
To demonstrate how the ghost can do, inebriated between the two
Always around corners, it’s just how this game can do
We got your bitch and her lame little crew
Either way the blame lands on me or falls on you
To put to shame just what they’ll do
And don’t tell me cause maybe I’ll tell you
3rd world order, yeah I’m kinda high
Under what merit can your trick drive by
Evil is as evil do, and fuck you bitch maybe I O U
Hands on the wheel it’s either you or me
When the vision gets blurry and I can’t see
Chorus
Spring time come and it’s time to grow
Get the finance up, and make the dough
Time to airout, detox the flow
Bringing out that 3 day blow
Oh you think that I don’t know
How’d you think the guide would show?
Oh he thought that I can’t throw
Did he not see my black crow
Fuck the fire and fuck the light
Let’s get high every night
Reel it in, and stop on sight
Save it for a party night
Every season there’s an autumn too
If you took the oath like the players 2
Then just don’t tellem how bad girls do
Surrender now and go on through
Life for me is just fun and jokes
Tell me how it is for your other folks
Take to the rarest of rare
Smoke um out everywhere
I don’t care if it’s weed or brew
Top or bottom you know how we can do