I'm ready to roll
I'm ready to roll
I'm ready to roll
Ready to roll ready to fight
Ready to roll right through
the night
Tuck and roll is in my soul
Acrylic paint is in my brain
I've been louvered, stroked
and bored
And I'm 'bout to go insane
All the pachucos like my style
So I guess I can't complain
But I just blue-coraled everything
I own
And I pray that it won't rain
Sometimes I think about life
And all the love I've tasted
Sometimes I think about life
And all the love I've wasted
Sometimes I don't think at
all I just want to sit and cry
That's when you call me up
mama
And you come bye and bye
Marco Giunco |
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