Whoa, can't do it by myself So now you're waiting up for him Whoa, can't do it by myself (can't do it by myself) I could walk this fine line between elation and success We all know which way I'm going to strike the stake between my chest So, "You have to

Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes Know they staring brain feels like a wheel wheel lost with out the ball bearing Stuck

And where are the roads to freedom? Where is the life his father knew? Where is the love, where is the joy And tell me, where are the roads to freedom? A gypsy sings, of birds with broken wings And painted wheels that never roll Who hears the sighs? Who

And a couple little shacks You gotta go deep Way on back Cross a few creeks And you kick it into four wheel wheel drive when you run out of road You gotta get lost Crickets and frogs Yeah you're gettin' close now

(Wheel Wheel it!) Yeah (Six!) Murda on tha beat so it's not nice That’s Baka, he's a no-long-talker Quick to let the motherfuckin' TEC slam We don’t need to hear about a next man Youts talk down, then they get ran Left them, get dipped from the whole ends

Your lips around a Coca-Cola Like you and me together My hand on the wheel wheel and your head on my shoulder Some things never go out of style Staring at your legs on the leather of my Road trip to New Orleans Or gettin' married in Vegas Sunsets down on the

Jesus, take the wheel wheel So give me one more chance Take it from my hands 'Cause I can't do this on my own I'm letting go She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati on a snow white Christmas Eve Going home to see her mama and her daddy with the

With no particular place to go Riding along in my automobile Crusin' and playin' the radio My baby beside me at the wheel wheel I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile My curiosity runnin' wild I was anxious to tell her the way I feel So I told her softly and

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it Will I fall? Will I fly? Heal my soul Fulfill my high Can't take it when you die, but you can't live without it Can't take it when you die Big bills, big bills I fell in love with big wheels and quick

Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday