Rolling Stone

Now here's another story 'bout a kid Who's never had a place to call home Pops was always on the go Working for the government Every other year we had to move So it was useless sowing seeds you know Sh*t was hard on all of us, but we understood He was just a man doing what he had to do Another struggling teacher Mama was a farmer, she still is We lived off everything she grew Big bro became a knuckle head Always in some kinda trouble My big sis with the twins grew brass knuckles My big sis who's my mom's doppelganger Kept me and kid bro outta danger, her childhood was over My baby sis cried every time she said goodbye To the friends she just made For months she didn't smile Mama kept her close And the look in her eyes said I'm sorry baby you'll be alright I suppose I suppose Wanderer, wanderer, wanderer You're just another rolling stone Keep rolling 'til you find your home Wanderer, wanderer, wanderer yeah You're just another rolling stone Keep rolling, rolling 'til you find your home We're all grown now and still wanderers Haven't seen my siblings in 6 calendars In our group chat we catch up on each other From 4 different time zones like we're undercover Our parents are retired now Mama ain't that strong anymore She really hates always being tired Pops sips tea and plays with his grand kids in the garden I'm sure he thinks he's The Godfather I'm on Facebook, looking up friends I've made and lost Amazed by what we've all become Life's a beautiful beast, on the weak it feasts If you're fierce you can be everything you wanna be, facts My favorite cousin's hands are still dirty His motto is however you get it, it's still money I can't argue with that, we use to smoke cigarettes for lunch To change that I flew coach and became a Wanderer, wanderer, wanderer You're just another rolling stone Keep rolling 'til you find your home Wanderer, wanderer, wanderer yeah You're just another rolling stone Keep rolling, rolling 'til you find your home Home is wherever your heart is Mine is in pieces with a couple exes I loved hardest, became the coldest Now I'm kinda soulless and super focus, on God Blisters on the soles of my feet I refuse to buckle under the weight of defeat Until my veins run dry and my heart's too weak to beat I'll keep believing that nothing is outta reach I ain't tryna preach My faith has been dangling lately Making moves on ifs and maybes But I'm quick to check myself before I wreck myself I bless myself after I sneeze, that's just me Lone wolf status, can't test my phallus I got balls of steel, I let 'em fly outta the cannon Act right or get your head shot, no canon If you don't wanna see that happen Get out the way of a Wanderer, wanderer, wanderer You're just another rolling stone Keep rolling 'til you find your home Wanderer, wanderer, wanderer yeah You're just another rolling stone Keep rolling, rolling 'til you find your home ('Til you find your home eh eh) ('Til you find your home) ('Til you find your home, your home, your home) ('Til you find your home) Rolling yeah