Lyrics:
STONE
Whooo
Yea
THC ENT
Leggoo
Your bitch in my DM say she need some penetration
Smoke some medication
I just want relations
California,
I saw a psychic
And she told me you were coming home soon
And I believed her
'Cause I cannot stand
Another faithless day down by the river
While I
tongue out like a rolling stone
Trolling bro
Still Don't fuck with niggas not a homophobe, but leave me 'lone
Listen close 'cause this is where your nigga
What you know about that smack to the head huh
Uce, this is that P.I Anthem
Who told you bout that little fight on the weekend
Dokz, cause of that
when they leaving
Stepped on by so many don't show that I'm bleeding
I pour me cup when I feel myself leaking like
Drip drop
Drip drop
Drip drop like
that to the side now
City of my vice crowns blinded by the lights
Just keep talking to me nice
If you're talking to me nice
We can kick it on the weekend
different
From those summers I remember
A degenerate seeking refuge
In the refuse of his childhood
Blue, black, beaten
By the drugs inside the system
Veins
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
turn a stone
Or the color of a man petrified by a woman
In love as I am when I lay with you
I think of him, I think of him
I can't believe I'm
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'
I’m a rolling stone
All alone and lost
This road of sin
I have paid the cost
When I walk by
All the people say
Don’t you know that guy
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
the town
When the sun goes down
Lost in the shuffle, we dance alone
In the rhythm of the rolling stone
Left is right, in the dead of night
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