Lyrics
Fire in my Nubian eyes, is everything spiritual?
The calm of my rolling feet ain't nothing but a miracle
She's off again, mud pod and rain, little loneliness is due
Madness, the residue for me and you
Love's duck again, lies in her veins, just tap or swipe, and it's game
Gluttony ain't good, sadness is food
Rolling
Rolling into the path of a woman
Into the path of a woman
Rage of my eccentric thoughts is practicing patience
Some day, redemption will call for black bastards renaissance
I'm back again, my pride and pain, little promiscuous, it's true
Happiness is misconstrued, oh, boy, I'm screwed
Love's wide again, dies in the skin, cha-cha-cha-cha, then it peels
Yeah, she was fine, but sadness is wine
Rolling
I keep rolling into the path of a woman, hmm
Into the path of a woman, hmm
Rolling
I keep rolling into the path of-
Every now and then, I look beyond and above
But something keeps holding me to ransoms of love
Every now and then, I look beyond and above
But something keeps holding me to ransoms of love
Rolling
Rolling into the path of a woman
Into the path of a woman
Said I keep rolling
I keep rolling into the path of a woman