My loves don’t fear me, or care if I was flirt’n
It all takes speak’n to move the ice and take dinero for the tak’n
I’m down to take the wheel. Drive the road to our oblivion
I have no time to spare dumb reasons, you either come or lay down wish’n
There are more then the streets of dream’n or the shit talk’n peddl’n ‘bout what they’d be mak’n
You either shift to high gear or forget your none believ’n
The world goes unanswered to HOW-to-get-rich questions
Where the reasons are forgotten and benign to all hussl’n
You make the earth spin up faster, when you have no care for the after
To pour the Grey goose, patron, crystal, or dine beluga, sashimi, filet minion, lobster
I have not given too much lessons or a lecture to the problem
The road to oblivion is the answer, a way of sticking it to the man, sir.
I’m down to take the wheel. Drive the road to our oblivion
I have no time to spare dumb reasons, you either come or lay down wish’n
There are more then the streets of dream’n or the shit talk’n peddl’n ‘bout what they’d be mak’n
Rewind to the first days, when my presents just wasn’t what I expecting
Generic didn’t even cut my icing…or the hand-me-downs I felt cheated
I wanted the best. NO. The finest
I had to have it for the tak’n. NO price tag stop-age. All mine, no question.
I’m down to take the wheel, drive the road to our oblivion
I have no time to spare good reasons, you either come or lay down wish’n
There are more then the streets of dream’n or the shit talk’n peddl’n ‘bout what they’d be mak’n
Don’t listen to the pause or slow down to make it last
I could have been nice, or even genius, BUT there was too much compromis’N
Many men have been divided killt or did some dump shit waiting
Losers can’t get what they wanted, don’t fuck wit the level headed mind tricks
It was never realized….you have to drive it very wise
It’ll only make sense - a little bling advance
I’m down to take the wheel. Drive the road to our oblivion
I have no time to spare good reasons, you either come or lay down wish’n
There are more then the streets of dream’n or the shit talk’n peddl’n ‘bout what they’d be mak’n
It all takes speak’n to move the ice and take dinero for the tak’n
I’m down to take the wheel. Drive the road to our oblivion
I have no time to spare dumb reasons, you either come or lay down wish’n
There are more then the streets of dream’n or the shit talk’n peddl’n ‘bout what they’d be mak’n
You either shift to high gear or forget your none believ’n
The world goes unanswered to HOW-to-get-rich questions
Where the reasons are forgotten and benign to all hussl’n
You make the earth spin up faster, when you have no care for the after
To pour the Grey goose, patron, crystal, or dine beluga, sashimi, filet minion, lobster
I have not given too much lessons or a lecture to the problem
The road to oblivion is the answer, a way of sticking it to the man, sir.
I’m down to take the wheel. Drive the road to our oblivion
I have no time to spare dumb reasons, you either come or lay down wish’n
There are more then the streets of dream’n or the shit talk’n peddl’n ‘bout what they’d be mak’n
Rewind to the first days, when my presents just wasn’t what I expecting
Generic didn’t even cut my icing…or the hand-me-downs I felt cheated
I wanted the best. NO. The finest
I had to have it for the tak’n. NO price tag stop-age. All mine, no question.
I’m down to take the wheel, drive the road to our oblivion
I have no time to spare good reasons, you either come or lay down wish’n
There are more then the streets of dream’n or the shit talk’n peddl’n ‘bout what they’d be mak’n
Don’t listen to the pause or slow down to make it last
I could have been nice, or even genius, BUT there was too much compromis’N
Many men have been divided killt or did some dump shit waiting
Losers can’t get what they wanted, don’t fuck wit the level headed mind tricks
It was never realized….you have to drive it very wise
It’ll only make sense - a little bling advance
I’m down to take the wheel. Drive the road to our oblivion
I have no time to spare good reasons, you either come or lay down wish’n
There are more then the streets of dream’n or the shit talk’n peddl’n ‘bout what they’d be mak’n