Fire in my Nubian eyes, is everything spiritual? The calm of my rolling feet ain't nothing but a miracle She's off again, mud pod and rain, little loneliness is due Madness, the residue for me and you Love's duck again, lies in her veins, just tap or swipe, and it's game Gluttony ain't good, sadness is food Rolling Rolling into the path of a woman Into the path of a woman Rage of my eccentric thoughts is practicing patience Some day, redemption will call for black bastards renaissance I'm back again, my pride and pain, little promiscuous, it's true Happiness is misconstrued, oh, boy, I'm screwed Love's wide again, dies in the skin, cha-cha-cha-cha, then it peels Yeah, she was fine, but sadness is wine Rolling I keep rolling into the path of a woman, hmm Into the path of a woman, hmm Rolling I keep rolling into the path of- Every now and then, I look beyond and above But something keeps holding me to ransoms of love Every now and then, I look beyond and above But something keeps holding me to ransoms of love Rolling Rolling into the path of a woman Into the path of a woman Said I keep rolling I keep rolling into the path of a woman