wheels keep turning

and i don't even know no more

rolling down the strip in my two-door chevrolet

and the wheels keep turning

and i don't even know no more

rolling up the block in my two-tone black and grey

and the wheels keep turning

i don't even know no more

i swear i don't miss home no more

i swear next time i leave i'll stay away til y'all don't phone no more

i'll close up all the open doors and mend all of my broken bones

i'll sew up all the open sores and throw away the gold i own

tommy was a rapper and his momma taught him better

than to have the time of his life on a night he won't remember

but i threw caution to the wind and went to europe once again

and never put the whiskey down because i wished it wouldn't end

and now the shit that i should treasure is the shit that i forget

and the shit that i remember is the shit that i regret

i just want to leave and where i go

i do not know for sure

i look into the mirror and i swear that i don't know no more

and i don't even know no more

rolling down the strip in my two-door chevrolet

and the wheels keep turning

and i don't even know no more

rolling up the block in my two-tone black and grey

and the wheels keep turning

and i don't want to take no pills

or wear these fucking golden grillz

i swear i just want children and to build a home in rolling hills

pay all of my hydro bills

spend all my time rhyming still

with nobody to pressure me about radio or signing deals

tommy was a rapper and his momma taught him better

than to spend all of his time on a girl if they not together

but it went in one ear and out the other

back with the same bitch again

fighters

buddies

haters

lovers

enemies and best of friends

i swear to god i'm leaving y'all

keeping it a hundred with you

broken hearts and broken bottles

broke up with a hundred bitches

broken noses

bloody knuckles buddy i ain't fucking with you

back and forth before but now i'm bouncing to get back to business

and i don't even know no more

riding around the city with a blunt in my ashtray

and the weed keeps burning

and i don't even know no more

rolling down the strip in my two-door chevrolet

and the wheels keep turning

and i don't even know no more

rolling up the block in my two-tone black and grey

and the wheels keep turning

and i don't even know no more

and the wheels keep turning

and i don't even know no more

and the wheels keep turning