24 hours sunset to sunset

She's a dark flower

Bourget black roses

That's how they know her

The rolling stoner

She picks up speed whenever she's sinking

Uses that steam to make it up mountains

That's how they know her

The rolling stoner

I may be gone dear

? from here

Do me a favor, hand me your papers

That's how they know her

The rolling stoner

The rolling stoner

Merrily she rolls

So composed, exiles

She got a sack and a vial of liquor

Mischief ? so she wanted for files and

Misde-meanors, you can't deny she get high off the mischief

Shake it off boots dusty and rugged like rusty-

Nails, males vie for affection nobody prevails

But she busy banging a drum

Lay down with a brighter string

Now she pregnant with a son

He on the run laying low

Staying high rolling stones stoned eyes

Like Medusa in the mirror

Way she wipe the glass her reflection getting clearer

Profitable prophet pick-pocket the non-believers

So have you seen her? (huh)