'd blister in the sun, we couldn't wait for night to come To hit that sand and play some rock 'n' roll While we were trying different things And we were
town like New Orleans someone gonna treat me right All the cats in the cradle gonna rock this kid tonight, oh, hey A jukebox shakin' and breakin' down in New Orleans And
and rock ?n? roll A soul sensation that you can't control And you can see I practice what I preach I'm your rock ?n? roll Jesus, Jesus Come on Get on
I cannot do And it's the only thing that I can't give to you From Hollywood hoes to backstage jive To jacked up trucks and Gulf Stream 5's I been around
around and judge? Can you forgive someone or will you hold a grudge? ?Cause above selfishness there lies a bright blue sky And wealth and happiness can be a long and
fingers and take some blame Pull your future away from the flame Open up your mind and start to live Stop short changing your neighbors Living off hand outs and favors And
oh, oh Each phone call absurd And your smile now, severe You're making mental postcards For lovers who are no longer here, here, here, here And your
You got a body like the devil and you smell like sex I can tell you're trouble but I'm still obsessed Because you know you're so hott, I wanna get you
time Roll on roller coaster, roll on tonight Roll on tonight, roll on tonight Roll on tonight, roll on tonight Roll on, roll on I want you to roll, roll with me, babe Roll
don?t need drama She likes it in the mornin' and she loves my momma I'm her big poppa and she's my little rock ?n? roll I found someone new who treats
Two packs and a pint a day To hide the shame And wash away the pain Aw the pain Every road was a dead-end street Runnin' from the law And runnin' on
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Two packs and a pint a day To hide the shame And wash away the pain Aww the pain Every road was a dead-end street Runnin' from the law And runnin' on
misunderstood Two packs and a pint a day To hide the shame And wash away the pain Aww the pain Every road was a dead-end street Runnin' from the law And
small huddle Time to make money and more trouble And we all hungry and all hustle And we all humble, but together we got more muscle And we got dough, nigga me and
and rock & roll New tecs and calicos! Word has it we move mathematic on rappers Who don't add up, you get broke, battered and slapped up 8 million stories
I got a rock n roll band I got a rock n roll life I got a rock n roll girlfriend And another ex-wife I got a rock n roll house I got a rock n roll car
Jesus I'm a freak, but baby that's for life And all the weak I'm goin' deep, and I can roll deeper than you Half breed rock the mic's to survive And
