Rolled Up (Album Version)

Rolled Up (Album Version)

Long Beach Dub All-Stars


Uh
Rolled up
Rolled up again
Rolled up
Right in front of my friends
I was rockin' like a star
And now I'm sitting in this smoky cell
Closed down all the bars
'cause I need you
Sad but true
Please Please
Come get me out of jail
You're my only friend
Who's got something to live
That I know
Post my bail
Cheese sandwich, Orange Juice
I've even had to fight to keep my shoes
I don't got no phone or credit cards to use
And it's late at night and this calling card's gonna have to do
Sad but true
Come get me out of jail
'cause I need you
Please Please
You're my only friend
That I know
Who's got something to live
Post my bail
And if pull it, that's the place, that's the world
Have you ever had a brother man but not of control
Ever had a brother man but not of control
One take the lord, send your deepest regards
Get gaserated and the cell smells like beer
Last thing I remember, I heard the last call
Try to wake someone up and get the hell out of here
(Aww man I better get out of here)
My pocket's controlled by alcohol
And Lita is my angel
Been once been once that boat bad
Cheri's down, bail you out
She's gonna need no id
I've been floating on the sea
Nooo no
You better not mess 'em around
Sad but true
Well I got caught with 10 pounds
'cause I need you
Come get me out of jail
Please Please
You're my only friend
That I know
Who's got something to live
Post my bail
Rolled up

Written by MICHAEL HAPPOLDT, MARSHALL GOODMAN, ERIC WILSON, RICHARD SMITH
Published by THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY

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