[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*ck that
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f*ck that
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f*ck 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 sl*t
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*cker
Yeah Leon, Tell Daddy that Mommy is sore, because I f*cked her
I f*ck 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 f*cking Forth of July
[Hook: Lissie]
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f*ck that
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f*ck that
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f*ck 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 di*k eel in the pus*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*t printable
I ain't reached my pinnacle
Just broke a small glass ceiling
Sword wielding
But i'm white and overweight, that sh*t ain't appealing
It's The Ecitsuj Way
f*ck you my name is Dylan f*ckthis
Ecitsuj for all, No Justice
[Hook: Lissie]
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f*ck that
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f*ck that
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, f*ck that
Hands on the wheel
[Verse 3: Nalyd Ecitsuj]
Rapping ain't my talent
But I use this sh*t 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 sh*t
I'd have to be a crack addict
Or be involved with some crazy voodoo sh*t, 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)