Grease the Wheels

[Verse 1] In the trenches of my lawn, where the grass grows tall, I got my old equipment, ready to answer the call. But to get this beast purring, ain't no ordinary task, Gotta mix the right potion, gotta fill up the gas. [Verse 2] I'm searching for that ratio, that perfect alchemy, Like a mad scientist, brewing magic in my recipe. One part gas, two parts oil, that's the sacred blend, Gotta get it right, my mower's the means to an end. [Bridge] Gather 'round, ladies and gentlemen, As I drop this symphony on you, oh so elegant. An orchestra of tools, humming in harmony, Just listen close, let the sound set you free. [Verse 3] I'm dialing it back, digging in my toolbox of fate, Feeling like a conductor, orchestrating this great debate. Pouring in the fuel, like pouring my soul into this quest, Cause every lawn I conquer deserves nothing but the best. [Verse 4] Yeah, my mower's got an appetite, it's a hungry beast, But if the mix ain't right, it'll turn into a feast. Too rich or too lean, man it's such a fine line, Gotta find that balance, make sure the grass shines. [Chorus] Grease the wheels, let the melody flow, Mastering the mixture, making sure it's dialed in just so. Symphonic rap, the soundtrack of the lawn, Tuning up my equipment, until the break of dawn.