Nalyd - Hands On The Wheel lyrics

[Hook: Lissie] Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Feeling lit, feeling light, 2 AM, summer night Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f** that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f** that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f** that Hands on the wheel [Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj] Thoughts of time and the way that it pa**es Seems bout slow as, mola**es On the surface But if I inhale those toxic, acids It tends to further how fast Life can pa** us And it happens, I hope the world dies because of the words I say I was born not long ago But not yesterday s*ut I'm a testament that tested fate is a way to take So Faith, stays far away Destiny is testing me I'm destined to be the greatest motherf**er Yeah Leon, Tell Daddy that Mommy is sore, because I f**ed her I f** mothers and I k** brothers Take that as literal or subliminal reference To a monkey, holding bucket s** it, taste it If you don't like GOD then replace it Spell it, Uppercase it Hands on the wheel like you're in a race Grit in my teeth, Tears on my cheek Feeling outta place with a straight face Imma grab the gat out the glovebox and blow my brains out That's how I get high Russian Roulette champion guy blowing up Like f**ing Forth of July [Hook: Lissie] Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f** that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f** that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f** that Hands on the wheel [Verse 2: Nalyd Ecitsuj] Hands on the wheel, pedal to the medal I got a little puss to k** Spill my slippery slick Satan dick eel in the p**y to make her squeal She's from Brazil And that seems kinda ideal, for Nalyd Predictable,Biblical,Lyrical Criminal Telling a story AKA that's the VISUAL! Sounds mystical but it's critical and difficult and pitiful Gotta say the words, produce the verse Then write it out To make that sh** printable I ain't reached my pinnacle Just broke a small gla** ceiling Sword wielding But i'm white and overweight, that sh** ain't appealing It's The Ecitsuj Way f** you my name is Dylan f**this Ecitsuj for all, No Justice [Hook: Lissie] Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f** that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f** that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f** that Hands on the wheel [Verse 3: Nalyd Ecitsuj] Rapping ain't my talent But I use this sh** to keep a balance While I'm walking on a tightrope of life Gotta keep my tongue pressed tight to my pallate I'm just a white f*ggot who raps and ain't bad at it It's tragic when I rap it I start to feel like Nas when he first came at it A$AP Nalyd keeps it trillmatic Just kidding, to think that sh** I'd have to be a crack addict Or be involved with some crazy voodoo sh**, I'm thinking black magic Just another white boy, making some white noise That annoys all these other so called wrappers I just think (Toys) [Hook: Lissie] Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Feeling lit, feeling light, 2 AM, summer night Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f** that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f** that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f** that Hands on the wheel