LICK IT UP - Gang Of Rock
Written by：STANLEY/CUSANO
I got my tallies come and it's all get tough
Suitcase for the broken hearts
And my mama smile and the baby cries
I ain't go much but when I got a smile
And I'll roll
I gotta roll
I roll
I gotta roll
I got an open road and the restless soul
The rolling stones on the radio
And I roll
I gotta roll
Cause I roll like I roll
I rolled up in the hills under the California sun
Burning to the desert like a table on the burn
I'll be fighting and high until the day that I die
No matter what they say
At the end of the day
I will roll like I roll
Well there were eleven people
Who trying to bring you down
Because let me prove they are gonna put you down
I keep broking nothing and swear full of doubt
I roll like I roll
I rolled up in the hills under the California sun
That I die
No matter what they say
At the end of the day
I'm not gonna let you sleep away
Cause it has a burning hill
And you let it fade
I got an open road and the restless soul
The rolling stones on the radio
And I roll like I roll
I rolled up in the hills of my old trekked home
Back to the place where my heart belongs
I'll be flying high until the day I die
No matter what they say
At the end of the day
I didn't know a way
