Roll Down

from Come On Home by Red Martina

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lyrics

Roll Down

(Hayley Cass)

Don't got a dime for you baby
Swear no pennies here
Your money's got the best of you baby
Your wallets just not taking you there

And roll down your heart now
against the sea
Roll down your heart now
So bittersweet

(Noesis)
No I don't want fancy cars
Trying to keep a hold on the handlebars
Still up on the ancient grind
Find a place in space and time

Dang near empty
Bank on the fritz
Pulled rank and I’m out
Thanks for the fish

Maximum greed
Waxing poetic bout tracks like they actually gas up unleaded

Graphic.
Mass collapses are the average
Rap Blackfish
The trap has got us captive

Laughing.
Lapped us fast up in the Aston
Add by subtracting
Have by imagine

It’s sad when nighttrippers live backwards
Light tippers ice grin kick habits
Set my sights:
Men and Mice-lavish
Still trying to get yall to tell me bout the rabbits.

In the bindle trees and the lead sheets
Meet greets: ‘‘BT is the bees-knees!’
Easy.
Ougia say squeegie
hood still fiending for the cheese from the VCs

No I don't want fancy cars
Trying to keep a hold on the handlebars
Still up on the ancient grind
Find a place in space and time

(Hayley Cass)

Don't got a dime for you baby
Swear no pennies here
Your money's got the best of you baby
Your wallets just not taking you there

And roll down your heart now
against the sea
Roll down your heart now
So bittersweet

(Emcee Noesis)
Costly toil
Dank to the lips.
Coffee
Oil
Tank full of grits
Grip to the crank
Anx on a drip
Peace
and I’m in like thanks for the shift

Age old Make-A-Mockery-Of-Lay-Schlobs
Get paid to tell cats not to do their dayjob
C’est la vie
Monopolies finna get saved
Legislate the minimum wage

Take me away
rumble with regents
drumming and screaming
scrumming and thieving
not one to the precinct
on the double whats up with that
cold crushin policing on these other cats

Takin cover
cause its rainy days
making music is my saving grace
don't ever try to put me down like crazy eights
in the shady race where everybody has to pay to place