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)