Roll a four, roll a nine   Find yourself washed up in paradise   Like before you didn't mind   Someone else washed up in paradise, everyday      What a nice day for a murder   Yourself a killer but the only thing you're killing is your time   There's nothing absurder than a burd'   It's a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind      Don't look back at me like that, she won't take you back   I said too much, been too unkind   Get off your back, stop smoking that   Change your life, just might change her mind, her mind      Roll a four, roll a nine   Find yourself washed up in paradise   All the fours to all the nines   I lost my phone in paradise, pay as you go      What a nice day for a murder   Say you're a killer, I think you're killing is time   There's nothing absurder than a burd'   It's a burden to your heart, soul, body, spirit and mind      Oh, don't look at me like that, she won't take you back   Done too much, been too unkind   Get up off your back, stop smoking that   Change your life, think it'll change her mind      Don't look at me like that, she won't take you back   Said too much, been too unkind   Get up off your back, stop smoking that   Change your life, just might change her mind