Like a beer can in a truck bed I just wanna roll around with you On a slow ride in the sunset Bouncin' down a small town street Let's pop the top right off this thing I need a cold drink 'cause you're a hot mess Let the night do what it does best Shake

Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud 'neath heated brow

Who says you can't go home? It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright There's only one place they call me one of their own Just a hometown boy born a rolling stone I been all around the world, and as a matter of fact There's

I think I've got a feeling I've lost inside You gotta roll with it You gotta take your time You gotta say what you say 'Cause it's all too much for me to take Don't let anybody get in your way Don't ever stand aside Don't ever be denied You wanna be who

Let’s go, let’s leave There’s a whole wide world for us to see Just roll with me Cause there ain’t no doubt this is meant to be I pick you up on the corner of now and never We can run all the red lights down forever I gotta tank filled up with gasoline

How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Just like a rolling stone? A complete unknown Like a complete unknown Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, Didn't you?

Let’s go, let’s leave There’s a whole wide world for us to see Just roll with me Cause there ain’t no doubt this is meant to be I pick you up on the corner of now and never We can run all the red lights down forever I gotta tank filled up with gasoline

Walk me home in the dead of night So say you'll stay with me tonight I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh There's something in the way you roll your eyes Takes me back to a

Come and roll with me, I really wanna show you How I run the streets, I really wanna show you How I'm clockin' G's, I really wanna show you Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack

Prices are high now darlin', and all the good jobs are gone Sorry to say, baby, things ain't what they used to be Times is hard, baby and the hustle is really on Times is hard, baby, the hustle is really on Better get yourself a job now, baby, I'm tired