HOW I ROLL
by Michael R. Clem
Rollin’ ‘round town with expired tags
on more than one donut spare
Spider vein cracks on my windshield
The heater’s broke same with the air
Duct tape holding on my side view mirror
The other knocked off by a pole
Got no idea where the registration’s stored
Hope nobody ever asks me, oh Lord
I’m the only airbag working on board
But baby that’s how I roll
Baby that’s how I roll
Baby that’s how I roll
Sure won’t pass inspection
Sure as hell won’t pass you
I hover in the right lane, under 55
Cuz it can’t go over 42
Feel free to ride up on my bumper
The bumper that some vandals just stole
Got a hole at my feet at the front floorboard
Hope that I don’t have to stop, oh Lord
My legs are the only brakes working on board
But baby that’s how I roll
Baby that’s how I roll
Baby that’s how I roll
that’s how I roll, that’s how i roll
So hop in if you’re not in a hurry
that is if you got nowhere to go
There’s no guarantee we’ll ever get there
Just pray there’s no need for a tow
This may be a heap, but it’s my heap
with a whole lotta mileage & soul
Sorry bout the smell from the rear exhaust
& the smell inside where my trash gets tossed
I’d pay for some cleaning if it weren’t for the cost
But baby that’s how I roll
Baby that’s how I roll
Baby that’s how I roll
Baby that’s how I
Baby that’s how I
Baby that’s how I roll
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