Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rolling a juke joint box in the corner
Trolling myself in the mirror at night
Keeping an eye on my grindstone future
Staying away from the left and the right
[Verse 2]
California bored and raised, these days
She's living with another
Plastic features perfect face
What a waste and I’m still thinking of her
[Verse 3]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
[Verse 4]
Laying the cardinal sins on the table
Pouring the coffee out on the grounds
Changing the losses to wins if I’m able
Switching the pitch to an audible sound
[Verse 5]
Running the rounds of the mundane soldier
Trading the cards and erasing the names
Feeling a pounding, insane, colder
Sounding, system, feeding the flames
[Verse 6]
Well I’m Detroit born and raised
But these days, I’m living with another
You tell me she can be replaced
But that's not the case
I'm so lost without her
[Verse 7]
Rolling a juke joint box in the corner
Trolling myself in the mirror at night
Keeping an eye on my grindstone future
Staying away from the left and the right
[Verse 8]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Written by: Brendan Benson, Jack White