Lyrics Holy Roller - Speak

Holy Roller

Now ladies and gentlemen we’ve come to the end of
(summer time, summer time radness)
Our journey.
Please make sure to remove all your belongings
(summer time radness)
And have an excellent summer
I’ve got a chip on my shoulder
The size of a crater
Ain’t no crystal popping
Ain’t no stretch navigator
Shoutout to Taylor
His nickname is Cobra
He plotting and scheming, talking on Motorolas
‘Cause he a
Holy Roller
Holy Roller
Holy Roller
He a Holy Roller
Holy Roller
Holy Roller
I feel like Guillermo
Pachoa or Hector
Super santa sangria
And that’s my protector
‘Cause I’m a holy roller
Holy Roller
Holy Roller
I’m a holy roller
Holy Roller
Holy Roller
The cash grabber with his grammar flying off the ladder
Until my body splatter no one here will ever matter
I Dan Rather shatter glass like I’m Stone Cold
Choke a lame brain rapper with his chains and old gold
What’s the price of fame?
(Bling!)
Double that, the price of pain
Made love to them foreign girls and couldn’t even say they names
Say the name why you acting like a bugaboo?
I do a drug or two and sail like the jungle cruise
Knees bruised sing the blues all cut I bleed for you
All I need is breathing room suffocate I’ll see you soon
We sending post-cards I love you from the boneyard
Wavy like the Coast Guard, but fuck ‘em though we go hard
Stomach growling, skully cap black, I get to prowling
A little Howling Wolf, a little Muddy Waters
Shoutout to Nature Boy, Shadow Runners, Buddy Rodgers
Duck Dodgers with the Roger Rabbit
The baddest habit, watching pornographic films on mama’s reading tablet
Can you imagine all the shit I seen?
Shit I seen
Studios, triple beams, rinse ‘em out like Listerine
Been baling' since that little league
That only adds to my intrigue
When under siege, fuck your red October
Crimson clover, red rover
Won’t you send them bitches over?
Outro:
West Side Art Goon Craigslist Killer
Pervert Life
Leisure Life
I feel immortal
Fuck your morals
Perv