you Spinnin' wheel, spinnin' true Drop all your troubles by the riverside Catch a painted pony on the spinnin' wheel ride Someone's waitin' just for you Spinnin' wheel
eye, when the last trumpet blows The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths And ye shall be changed Everything you've gotten You've gotten by sweat, blood
KNOW WHY WE RUN THE WORLD.....YA DIIIIIG? [Bridge: JR Writer] This that get 'em sound This that get it down This that 2 step, wheel shaker, spin
for sure The killa must be like a fully damn brettin' made company Tough with or with the Baretta tucked right under my sweater And we hide it in the lot where the blood
Rockin' leathery wood told you chicken and Cris go good With some watermelon albums sellin' coast to coast Across the seas gave everything we could Our tears our sweat our blood
grill screwed, leaving blood stains on blue jeans Then Po-Po, rushes through the entrance, he hits the exits Hops into his act, wheels spinning on some
when the last trumpet blows The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths And ye shall be changed Everything you've gotten You've gotten by sweat, blood
grips I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our as in Mash the gas, make the fucking wheel spin
the fiddle bow In the milling of the factory steel In the clicking of the spinning wheel In all of those working years And a working man's blood sweat
Tossing, turning, dreams of murder, someone's killing me Of changes, there's nights I'm on a killing spree All done cold blood waking up in cold sweats
lock together locked forever rockin leathery wood told you chicken and cris go good with some watermelon albums sellin coast to coast across the seas gave everything we could our tears our sweat our blood
, when the last trumpet blows The dead will arise and burst out of your cloths And ye shall be changed Everything you've gotten You've gotten by sweat, blood
Chorus: First I let my wheels spin then I let my screen fall then I let my trunk beat then I, then I let my trunk beat First I let my wheels spin then
cost all I was worth cryogenic robot, now my head can spin I'll be around a million years, let the party begin party robot, now my head can spin I'll
We will fight like we're Gods of war! They will be dead in their tracks, as we lead the attack We battle with sweat blood and tears The war plans are
