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Prezidential Candidates - Hands On The Wheel (Remix)



[Chorus: 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
Feelin' lit, feelin' right
2 A.M., summer night
Hands on the wheel
Uh-uh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel
Uh-uh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel
Uh-uh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel

[Verse 1: Nasty Boi]
Sometimes I got another one coming at me
But I never turn it down, I take it to the dome
I don't know where I'm gonna be exactly
I know for a fact, that I'm gonna hit it home
Oh, you got a boyfriend? That's embarrassing
I'ma make you flip around like a clatter ring
Delight myself, you know I'm something else
My brain is fried, man, fuck my health
So I spill a drink, and get it on my clothes
Now I smell like high and Tide, I suppose
I'm the type of guy who doesn't like to think rational
I try to cover up my tracks, so I'm untraceable
I get fucked up, it's my luck
There's not enough, I say, "Fuck the world"
I pour a cup of some rough stuff
I try to rebuff, but I'm 'bout to hurl
[Chorus: 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
Feelin' lit, feelin' right
2 A.M., summer night
Hands on the wheel
Uh-uh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel
Uh-uh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel
Uh-uh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel

[Verse 2: Prez]
OK
My cup is full, it's bad for my psyche
These girls'll do anything like they're sponsored by Nike
Jesus Christ, Lord, please don't strike me
Ain't a religious man, but I feel high and mighty
The summer nights, they're the ones to remember
But that sour diesel turns the mind into them embers
Me and Nasty Boi are the next contenders
You pussy thugs should question your genders
Now I got my hands on that fucking wheel
Looking down at the shift, saying, "Let's be real"
If I start this motherfucking car, it could be the end of me
Why risk drunk driving far? I guess I'll let it be
I'm fucked up, but I'm reasonable
Y'all act like that's inconceivable
I lost a friend to that nonsense
His injuries were untreatable
I need two more lines, then I'll leave for you
Rest in peace, Ryn, this hit of weed's for you
[Chorus: 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
Feelin' lit, feelin' right
2 A.M., summer night
Hands on the wheel
Uh-uh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel
Uh-uh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel
Uh-uh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel