Tumbling Dice

(альбом: Remote Transmissions, Vol. 1 - 2022)

Women think I'm tasty, but they're always trying to waste me
Make me burn the candle right down
But, baby, baby, don't need no jewels in my crown

'Cause all you women is low down gamblers
Cheating like I don't know how
But, baby, got no flavor
Fever in the funk house now

This low down bitching got my poor feet a itching
Don't you know the deuce is still wild
But, baby, I can't stay
You got to roll me
And call me the tumbling dice

Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry
Don't you see the time flashing by
Honey, got no money
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines

Say now baby, I'm the rank outsider
You can be my partner in crime
But, baby, I can't stay
You got to roll me and call me the tumbling
Roll me and call me the tumbling dice

I said, oh my, my, my, I'm the lone crap shooter
Playing the field ev'ry night
Baby, I can't stay
You got to roll me
And call me the tumbling
Roll me
And call me the tumbling dice...

You got to roll me...