Taxing from the traction I parlay,
Get in my zone,
Forget what they gone say,
Haters in their fake Gators cater to the ideals that we've gone break,
Shake at the sight of my wheels,
Turn it like...
Running spokes on baby blues, powder like the Johnsons,
Once it's done and it's in view,
Relaxing with a hey,
Taxing with the traction I parlay,
Get in my zone,
Forget what they gone say,
Taxing with the traction I parlay,
Get in my zone,
Forget what they gone say,
Haters in their fake Gators cater to the ideals that we've gone break,
Shake at the sight of my wheels,
Turn it like...
Running spokes on baby blues, powder like the Johnsons,
Once it's done and it's in view,
Relaxing with a hey,
Taxing with the traction I parlay,
Get in my zone,
Forget what they gone say.

Hey, find a moment to gather all the evidence,
And fathom when the stuff's sequential,
Paths in a barrel,
We're lobsters and we love to pinch you,
Get you in a bind like notebook paper,
Kidnapper of innocents,
So you the one who take them,
Run it hard, bend and breaks us,
Smooth soothsayer,
Choose truth, player,
Lose blues,
Don't confuse the blues, player,
Why don't you choose the tools that's gone well equip'
Keep you fresh like celibate,
One of these days we'll fellowship - ain't that a trip'
You must have missed it,
Don't get it twisted,
Take the time, revisit,
Is it what the game's been missing'
Do you know that lanes change, or do you simply underestimate the fact'
A new outlook could evolve and brain change,
I don't just be saying things,
Allow my artist to know the work,
Play the bubble, we'll bask and glow,
Luminescent lamp and double trouble bound,
Resound to shake the fibre of our beings,
Seeing metaphor, a moment,
Wanted crack, destroyed each component.

Taxing from the traction I parlay,
Get in my zone,
Forget what they gone say,
Haters in their fake Gators cater to the ideals that we've gone break,
Shake at the sight of my wheels,
Turn it like...
Running spokes on baby blues, powder like the Johnsons,
Once it's done and it's in view,
Relaxing with a hey,
Taxing with the traction I parlay,
Get in my zone,
Forget what they gone say.

I hear the chitter-chatter, but it never matter when we think about trying to get this things found,
Scene to make these haters madder,
Look at them - so sad, about to cry an ocean,
But my flesh won't let me do it, got me numb to all emotion,
Like a killer with a postie, I'm all off in my zone, man,
Wish they'd leave alone and understand that Bone trying to lead them to the throne,
Where there's healing for the soul, and the least is made whole, and the groaners get born again,
Severed from the secrecy, hidden from the eyes of men,
Hopeless, on the ropes again,
Drowning in the shallow end, taking dirty water in,
Quickly dying, slowly slipping deep into the distance,
I'm pressing with the sisters, resisting the resisters, retracting my assistance,
My commitment is consistent, so they listen when the listen in,
And digress to digest the diction's definition,
And bypass the backlash of haters and forget them.

Taxing from the traction I parlay,
Get in my zone,
Forget what they gone say,
Haters in their fake Gators cater to the ideals that we've gone break,
Shake at the sight of my wheels,
Turn it like...
Running spokes on baby blues, powder like the Johnsons,
Once it's done and it's in view,
Relaxing with a hey,
Taxing with the traction I parlay,
Get in my zone,
Forget what they gone say,
Taxing from the traction I parlay,
Get in my zone,
Forget what they gone say,
Haters in their fake Gators cater to the ideals that we've gone break,
Shake at the sight of my wheels,
Turn it like...
Running spokes on baby blues, powder like the Johnsons,
Once it's done and it's in view,
Relaxing with a hey,
Taxing with the traction I parlay,
Get in my zone,
Forget what they gone say.