I've been spending most my life looking for something true, you know
And it ain't in plastic shrink wrap wrapper or a bigger home
I've been looking for answers, ain't quite sure they exist
Like why we trade in paradise for trinkets and credit slips
Oh, it's gonna roll, it's gonna roll for miles and miles
It's gonna roll till there ain't no place to go
I've got friends that can barely f**in' exist
They gotta beg for scraps
And some rich white man's gonna shame them for this.
Some guys gonna tell you how he worked hard all his life woah
Only you got worked hard while his inherited dollars doubled.
Oh, it's gonna roll, it's gonna roll for miles and miles
It's gonna roll till there ain't no place to go
We buy sh** that are peers made for us (for us)
We've been convinced to buy
By the signs the advertisements seen on the bus
And when we start to get smart and yeah we back away
We get told our dollars are the only thing that makes any change
Yeah, it's gonna roll, it's gonna roll for miles and miles
It's gonna roll till there ain't no place to go