Lyrics:
stay home waiting they're protected by the dogs.
A tough old whaler woman who had seen three husbands drown,
Polled the population and she named
"Rolling down the road, going nowhere,
Guitar packed in a trunk
Somewhere around mile marker 1-12,
Papa started hummin' the funk
I gotta jones in
"Rolling down the road, going nowhere,
Guitar packed in a trunk
Somewhere around mile marker 1-12,
Papa started hummin' the funk
I gotta jones in my
of rap
foreign on some rims cruising hollywood with your O.G bitch head bobbing in my lap
With my city on my brim, rolling up some lye with a caramel brown
Really baby
We just need some free time
I be making plans, and I be rolling
On my free time
If I'm not with you, or with my squad
Then I'm on me time
Counting the lines on a highway road
Mile one by one
Flying through the midnight rain
Like a bullet from a gun
I lay down but I can't sleep
a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
Cause I'm always here at home till closin' time.
the step right now
Far away from the family, like two thousand by Grier
505 in the nigh'
Back at home they told me to
Ay
That when you're playing with life
Channeling my wits while you sipping on that ACT
Gotta pay to play, I've been putting in racks
Knick knack paddy wack, I'm rolling home
Big bag of weed, pack
You will find us always on the job, the United States Marines.
Those Caissons Go Rolling Along
Over hill, over dale, as we hit the dusty trail,
seem to go away
Hey
Cheap Thrills
Rolling off of green hills
Yeah, yeah
Strange feels
Never seem to go away
Hey
My life is flashing by
I've been ignited
"Rolling down the road, going nowhere,
Guitar packed in a trunk
Somewhere around mile marker 1-12,
Papa started hummin' the funk
I gotta jones in
I was standing by my window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw the hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away.
Will the circle be unbroken
By
I was standing by the window
On one cold and cloudy day
And I saw the hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away
Can the circle be unbroken
Bye
How the fuck can I complain? Yeah
How the fuck can I complain? Yeah
Yeah
How the fuck can I complain? Yeah
Time just keep on rolling by, yeah
Time just
the way.
Pickin’ my strings & singin’ my stories.
Growing my family day by day.
Long train rolling.
Take me home again.
Long train rollin’.
Back to see my
This homes an empty lot
And I still don't wanna accept my fate
The real world make me so damn afraid
So come on in
Get those cameras rolling
We finally
flames
its sweet like honey
go home running
in a few days gonna fly by
gonna drop down for the rewind
take a picture goodbye
wanna go wild you won't
cool
(By myself I be cool)
Ima die on my vlone
(On my vlone)
Tell my Momma I'm gone
(Tell my Momma I'm gone)
I'm not coming home
(I'm not coming home
coming home
I got my eyes on the road, love, oh
I'm gonna do right by you, love, oh yeah
'Cause I got a feeling in my bones
In my bones, yeah, baby
it home/ make it home
She f**k with me she love the stroke/ love the stroke yea
He f**k with me he might get s***ed/ might get s***ed yea
Not by me
Jump on the track keep rolling
You know I'm growing that Bome piff, aye
(Bome shit I lay up right in ya home)
I brought you some gifts I hope you
frontin' son
Run up on me, and watch a nigga give you some
I'm swingin' for the fence, blastin' out home runs
Cholo with the knife cut your ass like
rolling
Now we soaring calm my nerves fuck emotions
Cocaine on the table got that liquor pouring
And I choose to live life by the moment
5am we ain't ever
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