Heavy And Rolling in Mark Ronson

Start up the engine, we're heavy and rolling
The tank full of gas and the night is young
I don't know where you, don't care where you're goin'
To the high life or the heart of the sun
My sweet companion is long as the summer
Black as the river, and built to climb
Smooth as glass, smooth as marcus miller
Cold as ice when you climb inside

Through the city's flowing
I found a way to move my weary soul
Riding straight and low
Stay heavy and rolling
Your feel indicates you feel an illusion
Pay for pleasure with your pretty face
You're confused more than prostitution
In my starship I sail freely through space

I was lost and lonely like you
Although I am broken inside
Then I found something, nice to meet you
A beautiful life
Might have to wait to start in on your drinking
All of hell's kitchen standing in that line
I'll be here living in my lincoln
Occupying space and conquering time