Roll On - American Bang

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