When coming back from New York City Got arrested, they found my nitty gritty Even took my fritos Tape out my radio I had a hard time Just to conceal it and waste it They gonna see me on the TV I'm afraid my mama and my daddy Won't love no more But it's alright We take it on the chin, get up again We roll though the punches to the very end We keep on keepin' on We roll on We take it on the chin, get up again We roll though the punches to the very end We keep on keepin' on We roll on Coming back home on the bus She could pa** it She is in love with the stars I say, that's cool, baby I'm a space cadet for real She said yeah it's a fact You won't go far, you never get this
You gotta have to cards Come sunrise we was heading for the Hollywood hills We take it on the chin, get up again We roll though the punches to the very end We keep on keepin' on We roll on We take it on the chin, get up again We roll though the punches to the very end We keep on keepin' on We roll on We roll on We roll on, yeah We roll on, yeah We take it on the chin, get up again We roll though the punches to the very end We keep on keepin' on We roll on We take it on the chin, get up again We roll though the punches to the very end We keep on keepin' on We roll on We roll on We roll on, yeah We roll on, yeah So keep rollin' on So keep rollin' on So keep rollin' on