[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, fuck that
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck 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 slut
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 motherfucker
Yeah Leon, Tell Daddy that Mommy is sore, because I fucked her
I fuck 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 fucking Forth of July

[Hook: Lissie]
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck 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 dick eel in the pussy 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 shit printable
I ain't reached my pinnacle
Just broke a small glass ceiling
Sword wielding
But i'm white and overweight, that shit ain't appealing
It's The Ecitsuj Way
Fuck you my name is Dylan Fuckthis
Ecitsuj for all, No Justice

[Hook: Lissie]
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel, na uhh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel

[Verse 3: Nalyd Ecitsuj]
Rapping ain't my talent
But I use this shit 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 shit
I'd have to be a crack addict
Or be involved with some crazy voodoo shit, 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)