Lirieke: Long Beach Dub Allstars. Wonders Of The World. Rolled Up.

Rolled up
Rolled up again
Rolled up
Right in front of my friends

I was rockin' like a star
Closed down all the bars
And now I'm sitting in this holding cell

Sad but true
Well, 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

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
Well, 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

Have you ever had a brother man been out of control?
And if pull it, that's the place, that's the world
Ever had a brother man been out of control?
One take the Lord, send your deepest regards

Incarcerated and the cell smells like beer
Try to wake someone up and get the hell out of here
Last thing I remember, I heard last call
My pocket's controlled by alcohol

Oh man, I gotta get out of here

And Lita is my angel
I've been floating on the sea
Bail bondsman wants that boat so bad
She don't need no ID

Cheri's down, bail you out
You better not mess 'em around
No, no
And I got caught with 10 pounds

Sad but true
Well, I need you
Come get me out of jail
Bail please

You're my only friend
That I know
Who's got something to live
Post my bail

Rolled up
Rolled up again
Rolled up
Right in front of my friends
Rolled up