(Hit it) Wake up, wake up. Children, don't ya hear me coming. Get up, get up, Because I got to have the honey. And I don't want to leave this heaven so soon. Rolling children, keep on rolling... Keep the light turned low and the back door open.
My love rain down like sugar so sweet (Got what you want, so come and get it), Yes, children, I will. Tall lawman rides With his uniform clean, shine on his shoes. My radio plays methamphetamine blues And tell all the news. I'm rolling just to keep on rolling.
Wake up, children. Get right soul church, keep a lock on the kitchen, Do risks for your daddy (I'll do it, daddy). Keep your eyes wide open and my shotgun loaded, 'Cause I don't want to leave this heaven so soon. Rolling just to keep on rolling...
My love rain down like sugar so sweet (Got what you want, so come and get it), Yes baby. Tall lawmen rides With his uniform clean, shine on his shoes. My radio plays methamphetamine blues And tell all the news. Rolling just to keep on rolling...
I don't want to leave this heaven so soon. Rolling just to keep on rolling... I don't want to leave this heaven so soon.