Artist: Big K.R.I.T. Album: Return of 4Eva Song: Rotation Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Chorus] Old school when I ride, forever sky high Working wood wheel when 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 [Big K.R.I.T.] 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 pushing candy cars I did some thangs for that Chevy mayne, restored the frame Blew the brains out on everythang, I ain't ashamed Scooped my dame cause she down to roll, since way befo' Don't touch my screens or my radio (say what?), she know the sco' Old school [Chorus] [Big K.R.I.T.] Now this could be one of those days, parlay and I ball Turning necks till they break, outside of the mall Going in, going hard like a superstar Break the bank, full tank take me super far I swang and bang, sitting heavy mayne, hogging lanes Candy paint never leave a stain, let it rain Hydroplane, but I'm riding slow, eyes closed Etta James keep me on my toes (say what?), can't let her go Old school [Chorus] [Big K.R.I.T. - singing] 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 [Chorus]