Laid back (with my mind on my money and my money on my mind) Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!) Heah hah hah! I'm serious nigga one of y'all niggaz got

I’m like hallelujah! Praise God, almighty, the most high, alpha and omega in the sky Let a mothafucka like this live Strollin' down the highway Yeah, lemme show 'em what I gotta give Do it your way This is beyond the flesh With my mind ablaze

I'm just a traveler on this earth Sure as my heart's behind the pocket of my shirt I'll just keep rolling till I'm in the dirt 'Cause I'm a traveler, oh, I'm a traveler I couldn't tell you honey, I don't know Where I'm going but I've got to go 'Cause

He's rockin', I'm rollin' He's beautiful and I'm broken I should've known better Thinking this could last forever Giving up, giving in, let's Call it out for what it is Should've known where this was going He's right and I'm wrong This love is good as

My night runs into morning, all the time And through my phone I'm scrolling, bang my line Off that drank it's hard to focus (focus) We can make arrangements though And if you down, down, who knows, uh I might just do you like we lovin', yeah Or make you

I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day I'm the man that rolls, when icicles hangin' on the tree I'm a steady rollin' man, hmm, I roll both night and day But I haven't got no sweet woman, hmm, boys, to be rollin' this-a way And now you hear

Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news Well, I'ma write this letter Gonna mail it to my local DJ It's the jamminest record I want my jockey to play Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today You know, my temperature's

You're in my blood 'Cause you are burning, burning this heart of mine You're burning, right through my veins tonight Catch you eye in the night, it's glowing I'm so high and there's no controlling In the light of the moon you're all I see Smokey air in

Hey, hey, you got me rocking now Hey, hey, there ain't no stopping me I was a butcher cutting up meat My hands were bloody, I'm dying on my feet I was a surgeon 'till I start to shake I was a-falling 'till you put on the brakes I was a pitcher down in a

You were flyin to high for my little ol' sky I said move on, I said move on, I said move on, I said move on That big eight-wheeler runnin' down the track Means your true lovin' daddy ain't acomin' back Cause he's movin on, he's rollin on So I'm movin' on