I've been spending most my life looking for something true, you know And it ain't in plastic shrink wrap wrapper or a bigger home I've been looking for answers, ain't quite sure they exist Like why we trade in paradise for trinkets and credit slips Oh, it's gonna roll, it's gonna roll for miles and miles It's gonna roll till there ain't no place to go I've got friends that can barely f**in' exist They gotta beg for scraps And some rich white man's gonna shame them for this. Some guys gonna tell you how he worked hard all his life woah Only you got worked hard while his inherited dollars doubled. Oh, it's gonna roll, it's gonna roll for miles and miles It's gonna roll till there ain't no place to go We buy sh** that are peers made for us (for us) We've been convinced to buy By the signs the advertisements seen on the bus And when we start to get smart and yeah we back away We get told our dollars are the only thing that makes any change Yeah, it's gonna roll, it's gonna roll for miles and miles It's gonna roll till there ain't no place to go