Hands On The Wheel

[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, fuck that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel [Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj] Thoughts of time and the way that it passes Seems bout slow as, molasses On the surface But if I inhale those toxic, acids It tends to further how fast Life can pass us And it happens, I hope the world dies because of the words I say I was born not long ago But not yesterday slut 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 motherfucker Yeah Leon, Tell Daddy that Mommy is sore, because I fucked her I fuck mothers and I kill brothers Take that as literal or subliminal reference To a monkey, holding bucket Suck 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 fucking Forth of July [Hook: Lissie] Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel [Verse 2: Nalyd Ecitsuj] Hands on the wheel, pedal to the medal I got a little puss to kill Spill my slippery slick Satan dick eel in the pussy 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 shit printable I ain't reached my pinnacle Just broke a small glass ceiling Sword wielding But i'm white and overweight, that shit ain't appealing It's The Ecitsuj Way Fuck you my name is Dylan Fuckthis Ecitsuj for all, No Justice [Hook: Lissie] Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel [Verse 3: Nalyd Ecitsuj] Rapping ain't my talent But I use this shit 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 faggot 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 shit I'd have to be a crack addict Or be involved with some crazy voodoo shit, 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, fuck that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that Hands on the wheel