How I Roll

Hard times

Try to make a living

You wake up every morning

In the Unforgiving

Out there

Somewhere in the city

There's people living lives

Without mercy or pity

I feel good

Yeah I'm feeling fine

I feel better than

I have For the longest time

I think these pills

Have been good for me

I think they banished

All my blues into infinity

That's how

I roll That's how

I roll Sometimes

I wake up at night

I don't know what it is

But I must have got a fright

I thought

I heard a scratching

Underneath the floor

Does the devil come to get you

At a quarter to four

That's how he rolls

That's how he rolls

Too late!

She cried out loud,

Her voice emerging

From her inner shroud.

Too much!

I thought

I heard her choke,

It's all she says

After last years stroke.

She has a hard time,

Living in this city.

Get up every morning,

In the Unforgiving.

Out there,

Somewhere in the city,

There's people living lives

Without mercy or pity.

It's how they roll

Sweet Lord, it's how they roll.

Sweet Lord, sweet

Lord... Sweet

Lord...