Lyrics:
I have a flat broke-down life
In fact, he says he thinks it's what he might like about me, admires me
The way I roll like a rolling stone
He
I see you in the morning
You're my color of the rising sky
Green sky above as my stone behind is a clearing
The opened door's been entered
I have
I see you in the morning
You're the color of my rising sky
Freen sky above as my stone behind is a clearing
The opened storm been into
I have found
The stones shine like diamonds
The sea shivers silver
The white marble clouds
Forget-me-not sky
That's where you'll find me
Down by the sea
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
twice as strong
And so we'll start again this weekend
And just keep rolling along
I didn't know you had to go so soon
I thought we had a little time
And we'll almost be all the way home
Six men packed into an E150 van
More damn gear than The Rolling Stones
I hate being in the city
Makes my nerves tore all
Blue Monday morning at the factory gate
Almost time to clock in
The boys are all betting that Joe wouldn't show
They'd seen him over the weekend
But every single night, I see it in my dreams
The man I want to be is not the man you need
This is my Rolling Stone
By the Weeknd, give me a blunt
a rolling stone
By now you should know
It's easy come, easy go
Can't change the things I've done
Guess I was born to run
By now you should know
It's easy
try again
Packed up all my stuff to move my mind again
We all rolling stones so who knows how this ends
If I want it ill probably go touch it
Wont ask
a problem I'm a rolling Stone start it up
And if you start me up, I promise you I'll never stop
Last thing you hear is the blast when the hammer drops
A rolling stone, never frozen
He a snake, he a cobra
Double cup, yea the potion (shit!)
I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling (rolling, rolling)
I get so
a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none
I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb
Well I was born too late to be a Rolling Stone
I don't know Jerry Lee I never me John & Yoko
Standin' with a strat, I'm rock 'n' roll's bastard son
kind of rolling stone
You tell me all you want to see in the music scene, you say it's too clean
You tell me that no one's got a thing to say
You want
the Rolling Stones
I thought, "That's it, I'll get a band
I'm leaving home, I'm out on the road"
The motorways all over this land
(The road)
Far away
boots by Perry Ellis
And I don't plan on taking no ski trip, they even drip (woo)
Chanel fanny pack out in Egypt, ain't no reason
Gucci bucket hat for
a hurry
We're only here for a short while
Rolling in and out of this town
Watchin' dreams fly high
While the trains roll by
You're a palace made of stone
like a rolling stone
On and on, and on and on
I go on and on, and on and on
My cypher keeps moving like a rolling stone
On and on, and on and on
I
Hey baby get your headband on
I'll be your rolling stone
Hop in here and we'll be gone
I know a little place out where
You can go around barefoot
rolling avalanche of salt caused by the past we fought
Now we actually have a home
And she had to go and support it
Working all types of hours
Commuting
two or three dollars
And he gave me the latest news
And he left me here with a Rolling Stone
And the steamboat whistle blues
I'll tear off down
about me doesn't make me mad (nah, nah)
I think they hating cause they see me when I'm rolling (yeah)
Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad
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