311 – Rock On Lyrics
311 - Rock On Lyrics
you’re wasted, kept it on the tip of your tongue, you can taste it
never thought you’d play with a gun but
it’s pleasing, at least you can feel something
the burning of your flesh hits your nose, now you’re bumping
when you are dealing back spinning wheels and
doin’ that grind all of the time
someone will getcha, know they’ll out betcha
swipe away your time find your bottom line
you’re cruisin’, don’t...
