Cigarette roller and kind of a late night friend She likes rock and rollers, singing them to bed Cigarette roller, two joints and a bottle of gin She's inked all over, it tells the story of the mess she's in Comes out at night Blue jeans across her legs Stars in her eyes But she has no way of knowing of which way she's going It ain't right, no it ain't right Mama tells you it ain't right No it ain't right now Cigarette roller, keep coming back for more You say it's over, but you're standing on my front porch Cigarette roller, looking out with em sweet green eyes Living half a dream, Dropped out sixteen, now she's aiming for the skies Comes out at night Blue jeans across her legs Stars in her eyes But she has no way of knowing of which way she's going No it ain't right, no it ain't right Mama tells you it ain't right No it ain't right now (Hey) (Ohh) (Huuhuu) (Oohh) Comes out at night Blue jeans across her legs Stars in her eyes But she has no way of knowing of which way she's going No it ain't right, no it ain't right Mama tells you it ain't right No it ain't right now