Lyrics
Every day that drifts by without gripping a die
It’s an X on my cal and I’ll tell you why
I got stacks of character sheets and the stats are really sweet
my homie asked if i wanted to meet
some lovely ladies at the bar for a drink
I had to stop and think, ahumm
Is this my kind of activity?
Will this encounter gain me XP?
Rollin’
I’m not talking Mary Jane spliffs
Listen up bitch I roll critical hits.
I’d rather be rolling
I’m not cruising in a hot ride
I drop plenty heat with polyhedron die
I’d rather be rolling
But not the ten pin kind
I bowl ropers down and make they rocky asses mine
I’d rather be rolling
My party crawls mad deep
I love my dice so much they in my hand when I sleep
Roll out the dough, I love pizza and scones.
I prefer rollin’ bones and playing retro clones.
Pastry chefs bring croissants and tarts
but my heart’s in game mechanics, tables & charts
Fine dining and eating rare steaks
don’t compare to killing kings and riding fire drakes
I know you mean well in bringing me here
but I’d rather roll saves than drink craft beer
Rollin’
I’m not talking Mary Jane spliffs
Listen up bitch I roll critical hits.
I’d rather be rolling
I’m not cruising in a hot ride
I drop plenty heat with polyhedron die
I’d rather be rolling
But not the ten pin kind
I bowl ropers down and make they rocky asses mine
I’d rather be rolling
My party crawls mad deep
I love my dice so much they in my hand when I sleep
New movies out tonight the ladies are going
Ryan Goslings new romantic comedy is showin’
but i’m blowin them off, straight ignorin’ they scoff,
cause the DM’s taking the group to castle Ravenloft,
home girls suggestin’ mid-movie neckin, I’m emoji textin’ a shrug
I prefer to battle strahd, I could kill some popcorn,
but I’ll kill dark lords and maybe a demi god.
Rollin’
I’m not talking Mary Jane spliffs
Listen up bitch I roll critical hits.
I’d rather be rolling
I’m not cruising in a hot ride
I drop plenty heat with polyhedron die
I’d rather be rolling
But not the ten pin kind
I bowl ropers down and make they rocky asses mine
I’d rather be rolling
My party crawls mad deep
I love my dice so much they in my hand when I sleep
We roll hard on the battlemat, magic and combat,
while you battle rap inside your mom’s laundromat
The Rolling Stones can’t roll with us, please,
We stab Jagger with a dagger and kick Keith in his teeth.
Rollin’ down the street in my six-four?
naw I’d rather roll dice and kill a cave troll
d6 and d4 is what I seize
We escaped the nine hells to DM and MC
Rollin’
I’m not talking Mary Jane spliffs
Listen up bitch I roll critical hits.
I’d rather be rolling
I’m not cruising in a hot ride
I drop plenty heat with polyhedron die
I’d rather be rolling
But not the ten pin kind
I bowl ropers down and make they rocky asses mine
I’d rather be rolling
My party crawls mad deep
I love my dice so much they in my hand when I sleep