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Holy Roller Novocaine (Kings of Leon) · Holy Roller Novocaine (Kings of Leon) · High Roller (James Montgomery ) · The Roots of Kings of Leon (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rock N' Roller (Suzie McNeil) · Swamp Rock'n'Roller (Rod Bernard) · Red House Painters (Roller-Coaster) (Red House Painters) · Sweet Little Rock N Roller (Rod Stewart) · Roller Disco: Boogie from the Skating Rinks (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Roller Disco Hits (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


industry, they play it very cool
Harry’s got the plans, Leon’s got the heavy tools
Sell at high price to discerning clientele
But tonight Harry’s worried,
distraction standin' by the road;
She was smilin' there, yellow in her hair;
Do you want to, I was thinkin', would you care. 

[Chorus]
Sweet
distraction
Standin' by the road
Well, she was standin' there, yellow in her hair
"Do you wanna, I was thinkin', would you care"

Sweet hitch hiker
We
distraction standin' by the road;
She was smilin' there, yellow in her hair;
Do you want to, I was thinkin', would you care.

[Chorus]
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
distraction standin' by the road;
She was smilin' there, yellow in her hair;
Do you want to, I was thinkin', would you care. 

[Chorus]
Sweet
distraction standin' by the road;
She was smilin' there, yellow in her hair;
Do you want to, I was thinkin', would you care.

Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
We could make
distraction standin' by the road;
She was smilin' there, yellow in her hair;
Do you want to, I was thinkin', would you care.

[Chorus]
Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
distraction standin' by the road;
She was smilin' there, yellow in her hair;
Do you want to, I was thinkin', would you care.

Sweet hitch-a-hiker,
We could make
Saw a slight distraction standin' by the road;
She was smilin' there, yellow in her hair;
Do you wanna, I was thinkin', would you care.

CHORUS:
Sweet
made on Hollis Ave., fast and change 
High rollers was livin, until the Task Force came 
A lotta ghost towns and memories, bad blooded enemies 
So
You know the definition of a balla
(uh hu) That's me
see-H-I-N-G to the why
Let me explain it to you though

I'm a balla (say what) high, roller baby
the window, all the way down to high school.
She went to home economics just like all the other girls

Making chicken a la king and peanut butter swirls
But
man, you shooting like a rookie that don't know his range
Smoking, watch me go insane, opus and the Novocaine
Shit was once an open game, we got it by
of the Year grammy goes to 
That nigga you love to have Ice Cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 Live Crew
The High Roller of the industry award goes
and she's flying, I feel I'm flying by em
'Cause my mind's on cloud nine and in a mine at the same time
Pimps see the wings on the underground king
Who's
on the underground king
Who's also Klingon to infinity and beyond
Something really stinks but I Spinks like Leon

Or lion in the desert, I'm flying on Pegasus, you
I'm only in the company of Kings
I made a power move and it's everything it seems
Before 'Ye signed me, I was getting out my dreams
Standing
Leon Scott found a way to rotate a plate on a pin
Creating tracings of vibrations made while it spins

Time Frame

1877 to 1876
Using this Thomas Edison
callers, even high rollers keep it moving

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his
and she's flying, I feel I'm flying by em
Cause my mind's on cloud nine and in a mine at the same time
Pimps see the wings on the underground king
Who's
High rollers, what's up? 
Drinks Houston, what's up? 
Onyx, what's up? 
You does it baby you does it baby 
Harlem nights, what's up? 
Treasures,
now
That's what I call a high roller
Send my brother what he needs and some weed to angola
Tell him just be ready set
Pack yo' shit up quick and when I
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missile command, kicking you ass
High score can't even play no more
I turned it over, Surrounded by chain smokers
This greenery I rolled up is far from
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I'm a hutch-peeler with much scrilla and I love to get high, homie
Shady character like Don King, so you better keep your eye