You wanna be high for this Open your hand Take a glass Don't be scared I'm right here Even though You don't roll Trust me girl You don't know

Bringing me some real bad news The takers get the honey The givers sing the blues Oh a stitch in time, just about saved me From going through the same old moves And this cat is nine He still suffers He's going through the same old grooves But that stone

Run up the money, then count up the commas And go get the money lil' bitch (Money, lil' bitch) Hundred round drum on the Glock These bitches be suckin' and swallowin' dick I swear I can't trust 'em for shit (Trust 'em for shit) Know that's a dusty lil'

Well the hour of your bedtime's Long been past I can tell when you rub your eyes Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet Roll across the skies And leave a spray of diamonds In its wake I long to see St. Judy's Comet Sparkle in your eyes

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Rock of ages, rock of ages Long live rock 'n' roll What do you want, what do you want? Still rollin', keep a-rollin' Still rollin', rock'n'rollin' We got the power, got the glory Just say you need it and if you need it

Rock and roll band, everybody's waitin' Getting' crazy, anticipatin' Love and music, play, play, play, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, we were just another band out of Boston On the road and tryin' to make ends meet Playin' all the bars, sleepin' in our

The summer wind The summer wind came blowin' in from across the sea It lingered there, to touch your hair and walk with me All summer long we sang a song and then we strolled that golden sand Two sweethearts and the summer wind Like painted kites, those

New York, Vegas, to overseas Ain't nothing like rolling with a Georgia peach Don't you know that we're just getting started Ain't nothing really dropping till we get in the party Go head and take your chance, if we're lucky Everybody gon' be right here

Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it uh Look at all these old school Chevy's Twenty four's so you know we roll heavy uh They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Them boys will put you down