Lyrics:
Rolling down the windows
Rolling up the chronic
Rolling up some endo
Nuff to make em vomit
Pass it yo way
Hit short like a hobbit
Hit the ashtray
these racists, at Rolling Stone
Spin Details and other places, KRS is The Source
Fuck these magazine leadin' hip-hop off course
You'll print about
weekends we laugh, we sing, we dance,
as friday night goes by,
we'll paint the town, so gather round
and raise our glasses high
Saturday night
We've
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't feel like a rolling stone
With the mystery and wonder of making my own way
Down an unknown road
Down
on,yeah, like the man said in the song
I'm a rolling stone... I'm movin' on
Wake up all alone
Deep in a hotel night
While away the hours
Till you finally see
Rosetta Stone
Fly you out to China for the weekend Do it like I'm speaking what you're speaking
Girl, I got some love for you, I mean it I mean it, yeah
home
I stood by the road brushed a tear from my eye
Cursed the cars and the rain and the rolling grey sky
I turned around, turned my back on that town
motor homes
Niggas love to try and test us like they know what we on
Chubb's got the magazine covered like Rolling Stone
'Cause we already know how
the type of girl to make your dreams and your fantasies come true
Til you wake up and find there's no one by your bedside
Ooou she's a rolling stone
And she
Mother Nature took him from his home
The heaviest rock can’t be carried by one man alone
Oh who will return this family stone?
He took a job in the city
Ten number one albums in a row
Who better than me?
Only the Beatles nobody ahead of me
I crush Elvis in his blue suede shoes
Made the rolling stones
diamonds and sage
Left alone in confused forest's, enslaved by days
Time keeps on whoring us
Ghetto saviors can't keep ignoring us
Flowers and flames
And just when I thought I was gon' do just that
Poppa was a Rolling Stone and them stones was crack
Fuck being like Mike I wanna be like pop
Then I picked
a rolling stone.
You can keep on talking 'til the end of time,
But nothing's gonna make me change my mind.
Gerry Rafferty & Joe Egan: Their songs, voices,
Can you see the real me, can ya, can ya,
I went back to the doctor
To get another shrink
I sit and tell him 'bout my weekend
But he never betrays
Earth, stream, and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island
My sunsets fade
Field and glade wait only for rain
Grain after
So these are the figurines
Acting out all the scenes before my eyes
I thought I knew them all by name
But they started looking much the same
And it's
a rolling stone
I'm in too deep tho,
You're such a rolling stone
I'm in too deep tho,
You're such a rolling stone
I'm so entranced by you
I won't
born with hesitation onto floating stone
what better than a riverview
a slum by any other name scum
scum perfect and friendly to a given point
point
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
I fell in love with you
Long before I knew
What it meant to give everything up
I was a rolling stone
Rolling my way alone
Till you came
to dance to the rolling
Head of the adulteress
You sing in praise of suicide
We know you're useless
Like cops at the scene of the crime
With your
Sky high
You know how it goes
Rolling like the stones ohh
Can't pick up the phone
Psilocybin got my mind
Got my mind I'm gone
Sky high
You know
never home
Grandpa was a rolling stone
Yo actions forcing me
To move on by my dolo
Wedding cake the tree
Just had me feeling so blown
Grandpa taught me
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