N O R E Jesus Take The Wheel Lyrics

Jesus, take the wheel
I'm too drunk to drive
Jesus, take the wheel
Jesus, take the wheel
I'm too drunk to drive
Jesus, take the wheel
Pray
Jesus, take the wheel
I'm too drunk to drive
Jesus, take the wheel
Jesus, take the wheel
I'm too drunk to drive
Jesus, take the wheel

I feel like mocking with the gun, wife staring at the window
Extra cartridges but I ain't talking no Nintendo
Roll a ooh ah blunt, some say extendo
Niggas had love, I found out it was pretend, though
I entered the game with a classic, the war report
It might burn down your fabric, the wholly ghost
Legends, let me speak on your behalf
These new niggas annoying like Elliot's laugh
Put that on the rap radar, I beat to the dot, hit niggas with the AR
I been friends where them niggas slaying cane at
Same place where they claim they jump game at
Got blown puta, puneta, sell hard white, I call it Static Selecta
See, I'm the reason you got head on the highway
Frank Sinatra my Gs it's true, did it my way
Only dude I asked to get in on this song and the nigga ain't do it
Was the kid Louis John
Fuck it, I get Detroit love anyway cool, a trick, trick, Detroit love any day
And see my passport stamped, I go through customs with a Kanye rant
And out of town blame an E role or G spin
Well, out-of-towners rocks on the box more than we then
I sit back and open up the reese lane
Still get your head walking out the precinct
I told Steven Hill that it's real, next year at the Cipher mind get killed

Jesus, take the wheel
I'm too drunk to drive
Jesus, take the wheel
Jesus, take the wheel
I'm too drunk to drive
Jesus, take the wheel
Pray
Jesus, take the wheel
I'm too drunk to drive
Jesus, take the wheel
Jesus, take the wheel
I'm too drunk to drive
Jesus, take the wheel

Speed off, won't smear off, license revoked
Nights with the Henney hoe, the ice, no coke
No joke, give it straight, no chaser
Planet of the apes where they go and can't come for the papers
Gorillas, pushers, dealers, killers
White boys calling themselves niggas, shitters
All type of fucked up, funeral's bucked up
Who the most stuck up till they get stuck up
Blungy off the bungee cord, balls off the Ouija board
Broads overseas, on board, call the guard
Got a dog with the bark, hell high, rough riding it
Come from where the vine gang war prominent
Most dominant me and my conglomerate
Toast to the winners, the survivors gotta honor it
Soldiers salute, all my legends pursue
Murdering 100 proof, body in the booth
She a model, let her swatter, let her gobble what I shoot
Pop a molly in the hallway of the hass mess, too
Kindred control boards got him in the hearse
Got him digging in their purse, try to memorize the verse
To retaliate, nowadays rappers all feather weight
Ain't no heavy weight, marshmallow pillow case
Soft with their metaphors, you ain't never met a force
Similar to N.O.R.E. boss

Yeah, and I ain't got no disrespect for the homie Kendrick
Long as corrupt mind his business, no interest
Some of these responses, they oughta stop
'Cause even when they kick down the buildings it was photoshopped

Jesus, take the wheel
I'm too drunk to drive
Jesus, take the wheel
Jesus, take the wheel
I'm too drunk to drive
Jesus, take the wheel
Pray
Jesus, take the wheel
I'm too drunk to drive
Jesus, take the wheel
Jesus, take the wheel
I'm too drunk to drive
Jesus, take the wheel