18 Wheeler by Weston

Wake up smell the roses, I just picked em fresh
Uh yea
I been taking liberties and missing death
Uh yea
Doin all I can, so with all disrespect
I gotta give this hell before I disconnect

Fuck am I supposed to say
I know this ain't over yet
So before I lose my brain
Gotta get this off my chest

Tired of this weight
Wait

I mean I push myself Regardless
I know that I ain't flawless
And that you can't debate

Man foreal

Lately I just make mistakes
Pay my bills

No intention to escape
No Way

Gotta finish what I started
Cuz this my weight I know I gotta haul it
I gotta carry freight

He ain't perfect he ain't photo shopped
If I earn it earnest, supposedly I'm supposed to pop
You open doors no one tells you you're not supposed to knock
Kick it in, flood the spot
Bout to make the summer hot

Hot, Hot

Lose a lover, gain a friend
The hope was small, the pain is ten
Fear been on my brain again
I gotta get out of my own damn way
Gotta get out of my cranium
I been up plotting on em way befroe 8 A.M.

Early as the birds
Ok
Not always preferred
Ok
I heard the truth is ugly but the truth is you can't turn away
Finally found the words to say

That I was getting worry some
And dirty from
The doubtful repetition
But dammit I'm back to get it
Aye

Wake up smell the roses, I just picked em fresh
Picked em fresh

I been taking liberties and missing death
Missing death

Doin all I can so with all disrespect
I gotta give this hell before I disco

Fuck am I supposed to say
I know this ain't over yet
So before I lose my brain
Let me get this off my chest

Tired of this weight
Wait

But imma finish what I started
This weight I gotta haul it
I gotta carry freight

18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
Gotta play the hand you're dealt and that's directly from the dealer
Check the plates

18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
Aye

Hey
And I got my drive back
Let me get my flowers Imma need showered in some lilac
Samurai Jack
Whoo
That's how I'm rapping
Look in my eyes, yea aye
They know that I'm captain

And life got hit with the reroute
That's the same shit that you read bout
Oh me my my he spew these rhymes like an old wise man with his teeth out
That bullshit still for the birds
They walk around like a peacock
I pour these words like a teapot
While they just watch like a G Shock

I hit that shelve with the restock

Then held it firm, stock of a gun
Sit on the moon
And walk on the sun
Out the cocoon
I had to become
Then I became it

That's what I'll do, until I'm done
Until the tomb
Im gonna bloom
Bish here I come
Ahh

Wake up smell the
Oou yea

Wake up smell the roses, I just picked em fresh
Picked em fresh

I been taking liberties and missing death
Missing death

Doin all I can so with all disrespect
I gotta give it hell before I disconnect

Fuck am I supposed to say
I know this ain't over yet
So before I lose my brain
Let me get this off my chest

Tired of this weight
Wait

But imma finish what I started
This weight I gotta haul it
I gotta carry freight

18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
Gotta play the hand you're dealt and that's directly from the dealer
Check the plates

18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
Aye

18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
Aye!

18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
Check the plates

18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
18 Wheeler
Aye

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• underground hip hop
• Nashville