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I am a rolling stone
I don't see the road
And what I break
Can't tell dirt from gold

I didn't know you'd come by
I crashed into you 
With all my

cup
Nowhere to look
It's like my eyes are stuck

The good ol' days
Where have they gone?
Dylan would say
You're a rolling stone

Life has been bland

Angriest peace sign
My gravesite's skyline, tye died
Red, orange, yellow, purple Nimbus 9s
Surrounded by the Mindnumbing stereotypical
Rolling with hits too

Get your money up
Get your money up
Get your money up
Get your money up hustler get like me
Picture nigga rolling up in Ferrari
Haters can't see me

Legends feared even by the Father
Fall to might of our swords and shields
Ferried souls to the tenth plain yonder
Venture off to the fighting fields

Wind

"Country Boy"
WRITTEN AND PRODUCED BY OMER NETZER

I've been walking this road so long ago 
People don't come my way 
I've been rolling this stone

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An avalanche, a rolling stone
A test, a risk to be taken
To achieve its goals
A stray wolf
A lonely sheep
A fox, a hare on the same hill
Blind

home
One more drink, the last one to go
papa is a wannabe rolling stone
 
It's been a while, last time I was out
i fell down, hurting my knee two times
I

a nigga any day
I been in space little nigga anyway
Two white hoes, yea they name mary-kate
I feel like a rolling stone, driving while i medicate
Damn

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An avalanche, a rolling stone
A test, a risk to be taken
To achieve its goals
A stray wolf
A lonely sheep
A fox, a hare on the same hill
Blind

I don't gather no moss, but I'm rolling stone
I wasn't born to feed in, I was born to lead
I do it by myself, I went against the grain
I never had no

tym choć na moment chcą cię wyrwać
Złapać haust powietrza w końcu poczuć wiatr na skrzydłach
Dziś masz inny priorytet niż reszta
Pieprzony Rolling Stone

gone
Touch down in the town bitch I'm selling moans
Gave him top until he brain dead Superdome
Crack the Dutch down in cheetah piss I'm rolling stone
Old

I can barely look at you
The days fly by fade into two
But still we go like a rolling stone
Weeks on end you never change
The way that you look

Now its out of control
We got every record
By the Rolling Stones
She's so sweet
My baby just can't beat
I love that little sweetie pie
Oh she's so cute

this
Like emergency calls
I wanna be the boss
And I play it where it falls
I'm laying where I floss
And I'm staying with the Moss
I wanna be a rolling

ziomek
Ale dziś już na spokojnie Rolling Stones'i to wyjątek

Mądrze zarządzam kontem bo dorosłem do pieniędzy
Dużo ich rozjebałem potem głupi żyłem w

here
Gotta lotta new growth, eliminating the false hair

Bout to lose folks in stages like rolling blackouts
I ain't looking behind me the minute I start

wasn't on my team so you wouldn't really know
Been thru it all but it don't really show
Surrounded by dozens but still feel alone
Looked up to god

and struggle
Born a real bitch I took it from my mother
Rolling stone don't give a fuck like my daddy
Three sisters know the baby getting active
Bitches be

I’m cut out of stone
Show me the thrown
Let’s overthrow it
Too many bullets
The Guns overloaded
This chess not checkers
But don’t overthink it
Whatever

that just stand by itself
But like I said
I'm sorry I'm mixed

Rise up from dust to dust
God looked down and said that's enough
He snatched King right

to be
Don't call me an Uber
When tequila takes over
I'll hit the floor like Mick Jagger in love with all the swagger going out like a Rolling Stone
We're

it was morbid to think
iâ#128##153#d feel you in this graveyard
and with the fog rolling in that night
the stones looked so dark
oh well
the words you