Lyrics Roll On - American Bang

Roll On

When coming back from New York City
Got arrested
They found my nate of greety
Even took my fritos
Tape and radio
I had a hard time
Just to conceal it and waste it
They gonna see me on the TV
I’m afraid my mamma and my daddy
Won’t love no more
But it’s alright
We’re takin on the chimmy
Getting up again
We roll though the punchs
To the vary end
We keep it, keep it on
We roll on
Coming back home on the bus
She could pass it
She is in love with the stars
Dance crew baby
I’m a space cadet for real
She said yeah it’s a drag
You won’t go far, you never get this
You gotta have to cards
Come sunrise we was heading for the Hollywood hills