BIG K.R.I.T. - Rotation lyrics
rate meOld school when I ride, forever sky high
Working Wood wheel with the sun outside
I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires,
Not a care in the world, me and my girl
Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl
I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires
Now this could be one of those days
I chop on my blades, leave my worries behind
Just pretend that I’m paid
Do it big do it large, on the boulevard,
Get a sense of success pushin candy cars
I did some thangs for that Chevy main
Restored the frame, blew the brains out on everythang
I ain’t ashamed, scoop my dame cause shes down to roll
Since way before, don’t touch my screens or my radio (say what?)
She know the sco'
Old school when I ride, forever sky high
Working wood wheel with the sun outside
I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires
Not a care in the world, me and my girl
Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl
I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires
Now this could be one of those days Parlee and I ball, turning necks till they break, outside of the mall Going in going hard like a superstar Break the bank full a tank take me super far I swang and bang sitting heavy main Hoggin' lanes candy paint never leave a stain Let it rain hydro plane but I’m ridin' slow
Eyes closed interchange keep me on my toes (Say what?) Can’t let em go
Old school when I ride, forever sky high
Working wood wheel with the sun outside
I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires
Not a care in the world, me and my girl
Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl
I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires
Wheels on the slab go round and round, round and round, round and round
The wheels on the slab go round and round, round and round, round and round
Screens in the slab fall down and down, down and down, down and down
The screens in the slab fall down and down, down and down, down and down
Old school when I ride, forever sky high
Working wood wheel with the sun outside
I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires
Not a care in the world, me and my girl
Candy coated pearl with the bowling ball swirl
I’m just rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires, rotating my tires.<br />
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Thanks to C. Botz
Thanks to C. Botz for correcting these lyrics