| Song | As The Rim Spins |
| Artist | Bubba Sparxxx |
| Album | The Charm |
| 作曲 : Brown, Mathis, Murray, Wade | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh | |
| I'm on, I'm grown, | |
| I'm so in my zone | |
| You ain't gotta tell me, | |
| I know this my home | |
| Throw me my phone, let me call up anybody | |
| Who don't know about it? | |
| And tell 'em | |
| I am him, pale and not so slim | |
| But I shine bright even when it's dark and grim | |
| She marched on in but she far from a saint | |
| No use pretendin' that you are what you ain't' | |
| Cause you're startin' to taint what once was pure | |
| Irregardless | |
| I must endure' | |
| Cause what's for sure, is that | |
| I am blessed | |
| Just give me what | |
| I'm owed and | |
| I might get rest | |
| See, slight success only brings more hunger | |
| But don't you mistake lightning for thunder' | |
| Cause thunder just rumbles, lightning strikes | |
| Like me of great faith, then white's hype | |
| Why your rims spin, spinnin'? | |
| I ain't slept ten minutes | |
| No shut eye 'til this business right here is finished | |
| I came for that big spinach and | |
| I can't get it with image | |
| All I can do is spit vintage again and again and again | |
| Just draw the play up and run it | |
| Vision, something that's great, | |
| I've become it | |
| I played it and won it and profited it from it | |
| A wonderful life and with honor | |
| I've done it | |
| But you gotta confront it, it's permanent shorty | |
| Feel the flames is burnin' you softly | |
| Yes, these lames is certainly salty | |
| That's how | |
| I know that the burden off me | |
| All I really ever wanted in my whole life | |
| Was to stay the whole night, in the morning no flight | |
| To have my own wife, instead of havin' to borrow | |
| Johnny's in | |
| Philly and | |
| Chad's in | |
| TorontoI ask for a lot though, thus | |
| I accept it | |
| I'm gonna die lonely, big money's my homey | |
| So Betty, why don't we proceed to the suite? | |
| My pet snake skeet, so eager to meet, yeah | |
| Why your rims spin, spinnin'? | |
| I ain't slept ten minutes | |
| No shut eye 'til this business right here is finished | |
| I came for that big spinach and | |
| I can't get it with image | |
| All I can do is spit vintage again and again and again | |
| I'm special, especially when these lames is next to me | |
| Every check | |
| I see, bring the flex outta me | |
| Girl, I'll pay for your love and the sex | |
| I'll freeOkay, don't play, you gon' stay, then stay | |
| But if you afraid of livin', then you ain't really wit it | |
| Then please be on your way, with no delay | |
| They say only the strong survive | |
| And it seems that you gotta do wrong to thrive | |
| But the truth ain't dead, | |
| I'm so alive | |
| You don't want me to shine? | |
| Then close your eyes | |
| Why your rims spin, spinnin'? | |
| I ain't slept ten minutes | |
| No shut eye 'til this business right here is finished | |
| I came for that big spinach and | |
| I can't get it with image | |
| All I can do is spit vintage again and again and again | |
| Why your rims spin, spinnin'? | |
| I ain't slept ten minutes | |
| No shut eye 'til this business right here is finished | |
| I came for that big spinach and | |
| I can't get it with image | |
| All I can do is spit vintage again and again and again |
| zuò qǔ : Brown, Mathis, Murray, Wade | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh | |
| I' m on, I' m grown, | |
| I' m so in my zone | |
| You ain' t gotta tell me, | |
| I know this my home | |
| Throw me my phone, let me call up anybody | |
| Who don' t know about it? | |
| And tell ' em | |
| I am him, pale and not so slim | |
| But I shine bright even when it' s dark and grim | |
| She marched on in but she far from a saint | |
| No use pretendin' that you are what you ain' t' | |
| Cause you' re startin' to taint what once was pure | |
| Irregardless | |
| I must endure' | |
| Cause what' s for sure, is that | |
| I am blessed | |
| Just give me what | |
| I' m owed and | |
| I might get rest | |
| See, slight success only brings more hunger | |
| But don' t you mistake lightning for thunder' | |
| Cause thunder just rumbles, lightning strikes | |
| Like me of great faith, then white' s hype | |
| Why your rims spin, spinnin'? | |
| I ain' t slept ten minutes | |
| No shut eye ' til this business right here is finished | |
| I came for that big spinach and | |
| I can' t get it with image | |
| All I can do is spit vintage again and again and again | |
| Just draw the play up and run it | |
| Vision, something that' s great, | |
| I' ve become it | |
| I played it and won it and profited it from it | |
| A wonderful life and with honor | |
| I' ve done it | |
| But you gotta confront it, it' s permanent shorty | |
| Feel the flames is burnin' you softly | |
| Yes, these lames is certainly salty | |
| That' s how | |
| I know that the burden off me | |
| All I really ever wanted in my whole life | |
| Was to stay the whole night, in the morning no flight | |
| To have my own wife, instead of havin' to borrow | |
| Johnny' s in | |
| Philly and | |
| Chad' s in | |
| TorontoI ask for a lot though, thus | |
| I accept it | |
| I' m gonna die lonely, big money' s my homey | |
| So Betty, why don' t we proceed to the suite? | |
| My pet snake skeet, so eager to meet, yeah | |
| Why your rims spin, spinnin'? | |
| I ain' t slept ten minutes | |
| No shut eye ' til this business right here is finished | |
| I came for that big spinach and | |
| I can' t get it with image | |
| All I can do is spit vintage again and again and again | |
| I' m special, especially when these lames is next to me | |
| Every check | |
| I see, bring the flex outta me | |
| Girl, I' ll pay for your love and the sex | |
| I' ll freeOkay, don' t play, you gon' stay, then stay | |
| But if you afraid of livin', then you ain' t really wit it | |
| Then please be on your way, with no delay | |
| They say only the strong survive | |
| And it seems that you gotta do wrong to thrive | |
| But the truth ain' t dead, | |
| I' m so alive | |
| You don' t want me to shine? | |
| Then close your eyes | |
| Why your rims spin, spinnin'? | |
| I ain' t slept ten minutes | |
| No shut eye ' til this business right here is finished | |
| I came for that big spinach and | |
| I can' t get it with image | |
| All I can do is spit vintage again and again and again | |
| Why your rims spin, spinnin'? | |
| I ain' t slept ten minutes | |
| No shut eye ' til this business right here is finished | |
| I came for that big spinach and | |
| I can' t get it with image | |
| All I can do is spit vintage again and again and again |