Lyrics:
reality I'm stoned
Making songs like Rolling Stones
I can truly smoke a cone
Pack a couple in the bong
Bitch I'm gone!
So what you want?
Cause I do this
Will I survive to lay on the line
The expeditions on the calling card
And I never looked twice
Distracted by the shooting star
Is everything that
at a stool by the bar
The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stones shirt
Doesn't look like she works on the land
The man at the end, he's a very good
alone (ha hah)
Just consider me the heir to the throne
The lifestyle of the savage and well known protectin my owns
Rolling stone bringin it home, time
You Want
The Rolling Stones, oh woe is we, the irony
The Stones became the moss
And once all inhibition's lost
The hipsters made a mission
self-made hell
If revenge is a rolling stone, let it demolish thine existence from this unforgiving Earth
Thine innocence is futile to its destructive path;
Is this life now?
On repeat
And I need to feel like I'm a rolling stone
Fading out
Changing tones
A perfect imposition of the sun's setting light
But
Text me when you pulling up I just wanna fuck call that what chu want
Know you wanna smoke rolling up the blunt swisher full of runtz
Expressions
turn to stone
The black denim jeans with the small pockets
You couldn't afford much you wore what your mom gotcha
You took ya sister out chilling out
So I'll watch him on the internet
Out playing his guitar to all the crowds
He comes and then he goes
Just like a rolling stone
I know he sings
at a stool by the bar
The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stones shirt
Doesn't look like she works on the land
The man at the end, he's a very good
at a stool by the bar
The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stones shirt
Doesn't look like she works on the land
The man at the end, he's a very good
alone
Don't it get lonely baby on your own
Like a rolling stone, well I
I think that I could be the guy
Just what you're missin' baby in your life
at a stool by the bar
The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stones shirt
Doesn't look like she works on the land
The man at the end, he's a very good
911 is a joke
20 years we got here by actin like common folk
Touring the world like a rolling stone
Then the nineties came
Welcomed y'all
a bridge across the river
That I have to cross alone
Like a skipping rolling stone
Like an Inca
a rap,
I have multiple showing, she one in a milli,
Now its colorful stones, cause there's ice in my phillies,
[Juelz Santana]
Sorry, I gotta go I
And said, send me a songwriter
Who's drifted far from home
And make sure that he's hungry
Make sure he's alone
Send me a cheeseburger
And a new rolling
know?
We will leave your bloody body on your mama's porch
Lord, born in the projects
Papa was a rolling stone, selling rock crack
Yeah, I grew up in
me, confusing me
'Till I lose track
Just like a movie scene, you're moving me
You paint it black
That rolling stone came in my life
I faced
don't need no recovering
You're breaking it down, brick by brick
But you ain't finding nothing
You ain't a rolling stone
You're living so high
halt the rolling stone
And break it with our bones
The fire burns
Let's take our turn
The courts will start to adjourn
Are you haunted by the ghosts
in the head
I try to cope with shit by smoking tree
I been going psycho lately
Don't you get too close to me
I stay in my room just rolling J's up
a rolling stone
Papa was a ghost
Never changed engrained why I do the most
Mama was a drinker
Papa really loved the coke
Never changed engrained why I do
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