Lyrics:
sleeping
Workin 50 hours every week yeah
So I'm bout to zone out cuz it's the weekend
It's the weekend
Rolling weed
Got a dollar and a dream
All I is need
top
Ho's bop when my drop steps by
I'm with invisible tops
Ho's bop when my drop steps by
Southeast, way back to the SWAT
Yellow stone on West Belford
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
over here like she just got some
Using her body for income heart breaks after sacrifices
That's the outcome
Pour up its okay pour me up some drank
Stone
Just get to knowing you (I mean it)
Just got ahold of you (Now you leaving)
Heart made of stone, Medusa (I'm freezing)
Tell me why I can't get over
Like a rolling stone
A like a rolling stone
Like the FBI and the CIA
And the BBC, BB King
And Doris Day
Matt Busby
Dig it, dig it, dig it
Dig
misunderstanding
Won't you leave a poor boy alone
I'm the one eyed seed of a tumbleweed
In the belly of a rolling stone
Back on the highway, yeah, yeah, yeah
man, crossbows
We dangerous, beast mode
Got catapults full of bags of dope
Man set in stone, good to go
Found my zone in the Alamo
Yeah big time,
man, crossbows
We dangerous beast mode
Got catapults full of bags of dope
Man set in stone, good to go
Found my zone in the Alamo
Yeah big time, dinosaur
Medieval shit man, crossbows
We dangerous beast mode
Got catapults full of bags of dope
Man set in stone, good to go
Found my zone in the Alamo
Yeah big
into the great unknown
You by my side just like two rolling stones
Town after town, mountains and streams
The highway baby, living the dream
Let's ride
as to why I'm always gone
A rolling stone out here by myself searching for lost souls
Six feet down in a hole
She stole my heart it was plain for every one
Hot around my collar get AC on
Rolling down a window never
Hot around my collar get AC on
Rolling down a window never took this long
Feeling sore in
feenin'
I think it's time
We ain't never going home
Had to get it on my own
Cause pop was a rolling stone
She thinks it's time
Lights moving fast baby
We
niggas disgrace us, they girlfriends want date us
Got different hoes, I'm pimpin' hoes, you could tell by my pay stubs
My niggas getting right, smoking
I was a rolling stone
But now I've come back home
I've given up that trail
I feel no need to fail
So take your midnight runs
I'm hangin' up the guns
misunderstanding
Won't you leave a poor boy alone
I'm the one eyed seed of a tumbleweed
In the belly of a rolling stone
Back on the highway, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mysterious lost weekend in a land
where time stands still
Where people fall in love again
just for one more thrill
My girl and I went walking
by
drugs
Stone cold, rolling stone, I'm a stoned nigga
Write it on my tombstone, I was stoned, nigga
Don't remember me as a wannabe New Orleans nigga
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Ay
Two young brothers on missions to hit the Forbes list
One by the book
The other crooked and rolling
Both got the tunnel vision
From a brick to a stone, does a feign have a soul? (Oh, Oh)
As a kid need a goal, the powder's made of gold (Oh, Oh, Oh)
Getting blowed
Thinkin' I'm
close your eyes and reinvent me?
You know you've got that heart made of stone
You shoulda let me know
You coulda let me know
We'll go till morning
close your eyes and reinvent me?
You know you've got that heart made of stone
You shoulda let me know
You coulda let me know
We'll go till morning
The means all justified by a couple dollars
Gotta stay on my toes
Rolling alotta bud
Blow alotta smoke
Running through the dough
That's all a Negus know
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