Lyrics:
[Chorus]
With every twist and turn we take
We'll get out in the passing lane
And we'll go on like two rolling stones
We live and learn with every
not an excuse, I just wanna get loose
That's old nigga jargon, girl, you're making me hardened
To the stone or granite statue, I'm prone to get at you
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
I'm a rollin' stone all alone and lost
For a life of sin I have paid the cost
When I pass by all the people say
Just another guy on the lost
And a new Rolling Stone
Yeah.
Well, the Sioux in Dakota
They lost all of their land
And now a basketball player
Is trying to lend them a hand
Maybe someday
Time flies by
In the blink of an eye
When you get paid for having too much fun
Kicking out the foot lights
Living the night life
Like tomorrow ain't
Piece by lonely piece the mountainside tumbles away
Back down to the river bottom lined with pocket worry stones
A hundred years in hand worn
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
she's so struck by him she just stops and stares
[Chorus]
They gotta love bigger than the Beatles
Wild and Free like a Rolling Stone
They gotta
Old Apache hard side
Took it down by the Rio Grande
In the cold winter sunshine
Rolling boulders
Boulders down the banks
Going down to black rocks
a rolling stone, whip sittin' on chrome
Chain diamond stones, bitch givin' me dome (head)
Written By: Tremon Kesler
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
Hampstead soiree
Where unread copies of Rolling Stone
Well-thumbed Playboys
Decorate the hi-fi stereo record shelves
If you ask me they're on their way
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
fronts
Firstly I think they would probably blind us by destroying our satellites
Then I think they might try to take down the grid
Empty buses rolling
Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's
They choose to bury their feelings so they could just survive
Time goes by and before you know it, death arrives
We're all rolling stones on the surface
zwłaszcza, gdy
Twoja skóra pachnie jak Nowy Jork
Prawie niesie, skarbie, jak The Rolling Stones
Tak jak Ozzy w primie, jak AxI Rose
Każdy w Polsce zna mnie,
Ice-cold rolling up alone
Scrolling through portals on my phone
My friends are out there on the bend
In bathrooms telling stories that will never end
like a rolling stone
I was going nowhere fast
I was on the road so far from home
When the future touched my past
Now I feel so blessed 'cause he gave
I went back to the doctor to get another shrink
I sit and tell him about my weekend
But he never betray what he thinks
Can you see the real me,
to move?
Weekend, speeding in the thirty-five.
Rolling round town, got nothing but time.
Baby kissing on me, running off the road.
Trying to keep it
ol' possum I ain't lyin'
Eight track tape deck Blasting Jones Ernest Tubb and The Rolling Stones
In the beer joints and down by the bucking shoots
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