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All black Nikes going sicko
You don't gotta like me I'm a Rolling Stone
If it was you or codeine I probably pick the 4
Lil baby sip some more
and gave is just too much lovin’ for me
You had me rolling and rolling up on my eyes
The way you came and took me and it’s all done by surprise
I don’t even
Crazy facts
Straight jacket facts
What's that?
Eh
Rosetta stone
Gotta go
Keep it rolling moss on the stone
Keep it to the east
To the sun, what's up?
is unheard
Stones don't hurt but I'm a rolling stone
I won't let you hold my soul
Won't let you fold my goals
My structure over waters strong
You know
ripper on repeat
I'm reaching way out of the basement
I'm rolling stones and resurrecting to sounds of the Cavemen?
Let it cave in or cave man
Didn't live
But every single night, I see it in my dreams
The man I want to be is not the man you need
This is my Rolling Stone
By the Weeknd, give me a blunt
I feel like Takumi (Takumi)
Initial D (Initial D)
Rolling round town bih my shit on E
Bitch I feel like Takumi
Delivery
Rolling round town bih my
this how am I gone prove this shit
Condo to a trap set up by a rat
This shit come with cheese and I ain't talking about no mac
I'm a rolling stone
Woo
Woo
Woo
Boulder
Boulder
Boulder
Woooooo
Come on
Roll up fold up hold up
I done got older heart got colder Women say I'm a rolling stone
I'm like
me a kiss
Put me on the cover of the Rolling Stone
Uptown down home American kids
Growin' up in little pink houses
Makin' out on living room
the ground
Shout and the walls are coming down
Yeah, we're running after You
Like a rolling stone, like a runaway train
No turning back, no more yesterdays
My
I'm just trying to live life, ego death on the weekends
Got to get my shit right, hero dose for my inner self
Just to get by, get in sync with
into a crowd
Three or four days a weekend (You know it)
Like bitch gimme my holster
(Blah) , bitch gimme my keys (yeah)
Gimme my wallet with the ripped
I'm getting over, all the comments.
I'm feeling statements made by people are nonsense.
I'm getting stronger, by the minute.
And once I slip into
me a kiss
Put me on the cover of the Rolling Stone
Uptown down home American kids
Growin' up in little pink houses
Makin' out on living room
You know we getting trippy trippy
Yeah this whiskey's got me little tipsy tipsy
Rolling up a stogie of that sticky sticky
Feeling smoky riding 'round
a sick day
Followed by the weekend
Then I hope it snows again
When there's no work
And schools are closed
That sure makes me grin
It's a gorgeous sight
Rolling up by myself to the cemetery
Just so I could rest for a minute in some peace
Brought with me a fat skunky bag, smoke in solitary
Lonely
Riding through the valley, Central Coast of Cali
Homies and family on this weekend
One thing I know, full of pride when we roll
Keep it solid as gold
I'm a, a, a rolling stone (oh, oh)
And, and, and I keep turning (oh, oh)
You can try and hold on (oh, oh)
Ma-ma-maybe you should learn
You should
Dylan, Waters, Young, McCartney too
And The Rolling Stones
In Indio
Going loco
Festival each weekend
Going off the deep end
In Indio
Set the town aglow
Six AM rolling out of bed
Putting on my pants, fixing my hair
My wallter, watch, pulling out the drive
Got to arrive before the clock strikes nine
(3am still waiting
No text no calls we rolled out she staying)
(Second goes by
Down the road we looked up the sky she faded)
Money when we outside
need you
I'll go alone in this bit for I cheat ya
We alone in this bit for the weekend
What you on baby tell me your secrets, tell it all
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