Songtexte

I woke up in a motel Spent all day in a van Showed up late and they meet me at the gate Sayin' who are you playin' with man I get stoned in the mornin' I start chasin' lines I'll tell ya the truth, I got the microphone blues But I give it to 'em every night You gotta rock on Yeah, I'm gonna rock on Baby needs clothes she can work in Baby needs play clothes too If I get home with a pocket full of money I would spend it all on you I'll take you on a trip to the islands Take you on a trip down to Spain We'll pick up sticks You got the number one tricks I got the number one team in the game We gonna rock on Yeah, you better rock on I woke up in a hotel Spent all day on a plane Showed up late and they meet me at the gate Sayin' we been waitin' on you man I get stoned in the mornin' I start chasin' lines Tell ya the truth, I got the microphone blues But I give it to 'em every night You gotta rock on Yeah, you wanna rock on
Writer(s): Dries Vandenberg, John Darwin Kuiper, Joseph Marshall Hudson, Robert Justin Osborne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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