Tekster:
My Morning Jacket Rollin Back

time you got me... while I was sittin here time I don't think I waste it, it just seems to disappear sippin the wine you got me, while eyes were rollin back

time you got me... while I was sittin here time I don't think I waste it, it just seems to disappear sippin the wine you got me, while eyes were rollin back

slap me Jack, we sat down in the back of the class to seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass but I'm early to a rival beatbox, you got raps

up louder What's up wit that shit? Yo Muggs, make it rough So many fools swingin' from my sack Let's talk about the one who had my back Down in the

ll From the psycho active album From my nigga x (nerferious) Bear nigga the flex Can't come nearious (biatch) (who is this) Its the muthafucc'n lynch and I'm back

lay my clothes out It's gonna be too many hoes out Before my ladies rolled out I got 'em to clean up the whole house Then I threw my fit on look in

' is the prodigy and I mobs deep If you rollin wit a playa, Mami c'mon Cause Imma keep it goin 'til 6 o'clock in the morning OOOH I come through My style

to Hong Kong So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palm Dale, skatin' on Dayton rims So roll, roll

Take me right back to the track, Jack You reach your destination but you don?t go back You need some compensation to get back in the black You take a morning