Jesus, take the wheel
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I'm too drunk to drive
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Jesus, take the wheel
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Jesus, take the wheel
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I'm too drunk to drive
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Jesus, take the wheel
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Pray
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Jesus, take the wheel
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I'm too drunk to drive
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Jesus, take the wheel
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Jesus, take the wheel
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I'm too drunk to drive
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Jesus, take the wheel
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I feel like mocking with the gun, wife staring at the window
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Extra cartridges but I ain't talking no Nintendo
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Roll a ooh ah blunt, some say extendo
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Niggas had love, I found out it was pretend, though
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I entered the game with a classic, the war report
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It might burn down your fabric, the wholly ghost
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Legends, let me speak on your behalf
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These new niggas annoying like Elliot's laugh
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Put that on the rap radar, I beat to the dot, hit niggas with the AR
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I been friends where them niggas slaying cane at
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Same place where they claim they jump game at
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Got blown puta, puneta, sell hard white, I call it Static Selecta
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See, I'm the reason you got head on the highway
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Frank Sinatra my Gs it's true, did it my way
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Only dude I asked to get in on this song and the nigga ain't do it
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Was the kid Louis John
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Fuck it, I get Detroit love anyway cool, a trick, trick, Detroit love any day
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And see my passport stamped, I go through customs with a Kanye rant
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And out of town blame an E role or G spin
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Well, out-of-towners rocks on the box more than we then
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I sit back and open up the reese lane
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Still get your head walking out the precinct
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I told Steven Hill that it's real, next year at the Cipher mind get killed
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Jesus, take the wheel
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I'm too drunk to drive
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Jesus, take the wheel
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Jesus, take the wheel
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I'm too drunk to drive
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Jesus, take the wheel
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Pray
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Jesus, take the wheel
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I'm too drunk to drive
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Jesus, take the wheel
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Jesus, take the wheel
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I'm too drunk to drive
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Jesus, take the wheel
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Speed off, won't smear off, license revoked
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Nights with the Henney hoe, the ice, no coke
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No joke, give it straight, no chaser
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Planet of the apes where they go and can't come for the papers
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Gorillas, pushers, dealers, killers
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White boys calling themselves niggas, shitters
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All type of fucked up, funeral's bucked up
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Who the most stuck up till they get stuck up
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Blungy off the bungee cord, balls off the Ouija board
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Broads overseas, on board, call the guard
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Got a dog with the bark, hell high, rough riding it
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Come from where the vine gang war prominent
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Most dominant me and my conglomerate
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Toast to the winners, the survivors gotta honor it
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Soldiers salute, all my legends pursue
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Murdering 100 proof, body in the booth
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She a model, let her swatter, let her gobble what I shoot
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Pop a molly in the hallway of the hass mess, too
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Kindred control boards got him in the hearse
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Got him digging in their purse, try to memorize the verse
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To retaliate, nowadays rappers all feather weight
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Ain't no heavy weight, marshmallow pillow case
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Soft with their metaphors, you ain't never met a force
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Similar to N.O.R.E. boss
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Yeah, and I ain't got no disrespect for the homie Kendrick
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Long as corrupt mind his business, no interest
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Some of these responses, they oughta stop
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'Cause even when they kick down the buildings it was photoshopped
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Jesus, take the wheel
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I'm too drunk to drive
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Jesus, take the wheel
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Jesus, take the wheel
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I'm too drunk to drive
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Jesus, take the wheel
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Pray
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Jesus, take the wheel
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I'm too drunk to drive
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Jesus, take the wheel
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Jesus, take the wheel
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I'm too drunk to drive
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Jesus, take the wheel
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Jesus Take The Wheel
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| N.O.R.E. |
