Stick Martin - Stop, Drop and Roll Lyrics

The lights, from the stars, in the night, are reflected in your eyes
Your car's, in the lot, when the battery dies
Some gin and tonic baby
With Harry Connick maybe
We'll smoke some chronic and just chill

I'm playing second fiddle
I'm working' on a riddle
Try to learn what you're about (Tell me baby)
Violence on violins
Can't describe the mood I'm in
Distort guitars to sort things out
To sort things out

My crops you got em from the bottom
To the top
Those nights that we fight
We should just stop
Stop, drop and roll on the weekends
Our minds are gone but
Our bodies' still tweaking'
Buy some dimes, good times will take their toll
But we don't care, oh no
Stop Drop and Roll