Wheels by The Rye Boys
Tracklist
| 1. | Wheels | 3:05 |
Lyrics
It’s too dang hot man I wish I was a figure skater
But I aint I stick my head in the refrigerator
Beans are good, I wish they sold them at the liquor store
Out of beer, oughta pick me up a little more
Always more, gee it never seems to be enough
Self control, I gotta think about the future now
Flyin cars, you can count me out
Y’all can barely drive, imma keep my wheels on the ground
They keep on turning
I Could Check the news I wasn’t working anyway
Well Imagine that, tomorrow comes another holiday
You say it’s Easter Eve? I didn’t even know that was a thing
You should Call your mom, I know she loves it when she hears you sing
B-B-B-Booking shows, that sounds like such a hassle now
I miss my friends Jesus Hallelujah holy cow
We’d stay out late, we barely leave the house no more
Ain’t so bad, helps me keep my wheels on the ground
