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 (woah)
Like why we trade in paradise
For trinkets and credit slips
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 fuckin' exist
They gotta beg for scraps
And some rich white man's
Gonna shame them for this
Some guy's gonna tell you
How he worked hard all his life, woah
Only you got worked hard
While his inherited dollars doubled
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
We buy shit that our 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
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
It's gonna roll for miles and miles
It's gonna roll
Till there ain't no place to go