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Burden - Hell on Wheels Lyrics



Burden - Hell on Wheels Lyrics




So baby heard that I'm a outlaw
In these positions hit it different like I'm
Southpaw,
Put a pillow on her face to turn the sound off,
She do blow, I let her blow me,she got lock jaw,

All i know is I'm hell on wheels, mamma raised a rolling stone, it's all whiskey and tattoos,
Label me a bad dude
All I know is I'm hell on wheels with the top back mamma raised a rolling stone, yea it's all whiskey and tattoos, good times and bad news

Yea im f*ckin faded,
I act an ass, tip the glass, bitch I'm f*cking famous,
Too many commas in the stash, people get the changing,
I ain't a doctor, I don't got no patience
All you THOTS are basic,
So basically, I'd rather chase a check bitch,
Chunky ass Cuban on my neck bitch,
2 tone on my left wrist,
Life threw me a curve ball,
Ain't no one expect this,
I Wake up to some breakfast and head bitch,
-my life's a mother f*ckin movie,
Put that shit on Netflix,
Baby in my DM with the messages,
If she can get the, dick, than she'll know what a blessin is,
No I'm not affectionate
I f*ck, and I'm the best at it,
I don't know when my heart turned turned cold,
Used to have a heart of golf,
But I know one thing,
Mamma raised a rolling stone

All i know is I'm hell on wheels, mamma raised a rolling stone, it's all whiskey and tattoos,
Label me a bad dude
All I know is I'm hell on wheels with the top back mamma raised a rolling stone, yea it's all whiskey and tattoos, good times and bad news

This shit ain't no accident,
All the moves I make gotta be accurate,
Woman I ain't paying for your drink unless I'm smashing it,
I left the crib without no pussy, bet I'm coming back with it,
-And treat it like I'm mad at it,
With Savagery , ,
I don't like to cuddle baby, you got to get out of here,
You f*cking up the atmosphere
-Sometimes I get high, take a drive,
Look at the sky,
Think of the guys, I hope they hear me talk to em,
Wonder why
The good really do die,
When they young,
The bad cry
Then keep livin our lifeeeoooh,
I get higher and higher, higher and higher,
Swear I been to hell and back,
I walked right through the fire, I'm fine,
Put that Roley on my wrist but I ain't got the time,
Feel everybody wanna kill me they can hop in line,
Im somewhere in a foreign country, on a different time,
They tell me that my skills ill, bitch I'm feeling fine,

All i know is I'm hell on wheels, mamma raised a rolling stone, it's all whiskey and tattoos,
Label me a bad dude
All I know is I'm hell on wheels with the top back mamma raised a rolling stone, yea it's all whiskey and tattoos, good times and bad news

So baby heard that I'm a outlaw
In these positions hit it different like I'm
Southpaw,
Put a pillow on her face to turn the sound off,
She do blow, I let her blow me,she got lock jaw,
I grab her head and f*ck her face until her mouth raw
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So baby heard that I'm a outlaw
In these positions hit it different like I'm
Southpaw,
Put a pillow on her face to turn the sound off,
She do blow, I let her blow me,she got lock jaw,

All i know is I'm hell on wheels, mamma raised a rolling stone, it's all whiskey and tattoos,
Label me a bad dude
All I know is I'm hell on wheels with the top back mamma raised a rolling stone, yea it's all whiskey and tattoos, good times and bad news

Yea im f*ckin faded,
I act an ass, tip the glass, bitch I'm f*cking famous,
Too many commas in the stash, people get the changing,
I ain't a doctor, I don't got no patience
All you THOTS are basic,
So basically, I'd rather chase a check bitch,
Chunky ass Cuban on my neck bitch,
2 tone on my left wrist,
Life threw me a curve ball,
Ain't no one expect this,
I Wake up to some breakfast and head bitch,
-my life's a mother f*ckin movie,
Put that shit on Netflix,
Baby in my DM with the messages,
If she can get the, dick, than she'll know what a blessin is,
No I'm not affectionate
I f*ck, and I'm the best at it,
I don't know when my heart turned turned cold,
Used to have a heart of golf,
But I know one thing,
Mamma raised a rolling stone

All i know is I'm hell on wheels, mamma raised a rolling stone, it's all whiskey and tattoos,
Label me a bad dude
All I know is I'm hell on wheels with the top back mamma raised a rolling stone, yea it's all whiskey and tattoos, good times and bad news

This shit ain't no accident,
All the moves I make gotta be accurate,
Woman I ain't paying for your drink unless I'm smashing it,
I left the crib without no pussy, bet I'm coming back with it,
-And treat it like I'm mad at it,
With Savagery , ,
I don't like to cuddle baby, you got to get out of here,
You f*cking up the atmosphere
-Sometimes I get high, take a drive,
Look at the sky,
Think of the guys, I hope they hear me talk to em,
Wonder why
The good really do die,
When they young,
The bad cry
Then keep livin our lifeeeoooh,
I get higher and higher, higher and higher,
Swear I been to hell and back,
I walked right through the fire, I'm fine,
Put that Roley on my wrist but I ain't got the time,
Feel everybody wanna kill me they can hop in line,
Im somewhere in a foreign country, on a different time,
They tell me that my skills ill, bitch I'm feeling fine,

All i know is I'm hell on wheels, mamma raised a rolling stone, it's all whiskey and tattoos,
Label me a bad dude
All I know is I'm hell on wheels with the top back mamma raised a rolling stone, yea it's all whiskey and tattoos, good times and bad news

So baby heard that I'm a outlaw
In these positions hit it different like I'm
Southpaw,
Put a pillow on her face to turn the sound off,
She do blow, I let her blow me,she got lock jaw,
I grab her head and f*ck her face until her mouth raw
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Writer: Kenneth Bartels
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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