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Rollin' - Luscious Jackson



     
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Rollin' Lyrics


Can you find a rolling stone that rolls alone?
Can you find a bus that won't stop running?
Can you get a good carburetor?
In the front of the candy store, I keep looking
I travel light, I travel low because I got no place to go
You're outside, I walk by thinking of you
Why do I spend my time thinking of you?
Yeah, I'm gonna fade away to black today
Yeah, I'm gonna fade and keep on fading
Everybody got a Cadillac coming
Everybody gotta keep on running
You're outside, I walk by thinking of you
Why do I spend my time thinking of you?
He likes to come around
Coming around and rollin' on through
He likes to get down
Gettin' on down to get away from you
He likes to come around

Coming around and rollin' on through
He likes to get down
Gettin' on down to get away from you
Can you find a roll and roll, and roll, and roll, and roll, and rollin'?
Can you find a roll and roll, and roll, and roll, and roll, and rollin'?
Can you find a roll and roll, and roll, and roll, and roll, and rollin'?
Can you find a roll and roll, and roll, and roll, and roll, and rollin'?
You're outside, I walk by thinking of you
Why do I spend my time thinking of you?

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Luscious Jackson is an alternative rock group formed in 1991 in New York City, New York, United States. They are named after former Philadelphia 76ers pro basketball player Lucious Brown "Luke" Jackson. The original band consisted of Jill Cunniff (vocals, bass), Gabby Glaser (vocals, guitar), Kate Schellenbach (drums) and Vivian Trimble (keyboards, vocals). Schellenbach was a founding member of the Beastie Boys and left shortly after the Beasties switched from being a hardcore punk band into being a hip-hop group

Read more about Luscious Jackson on Last.fm.


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