(by The Rolling Stones) Well, baby used to stay out all night long She made me cry, she done me wrong She hurt my eyes open, that's no lie Tables turn
bop on me (what?) Broke hoes wanna bop on me Want me to take 'em on a shoppin spree But you ain't ridin (naw), not with me Cause I feelin mellow on choppin
me close to my demise Animation strokes my dreams Dreams I can't forget Restless thoughts of self-destruct Are walking through my head I cry, I cry, cry, cry
are coming down Yeah, we're running after You Like a rolling stone, like a runaway train No turning back, no more yesterdays My heart is free, no chains on me God, You raise me
heaven Oh sweet May, Dressed in grief Roll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed hand Tears fall like shards of glass that band In rivers, like sinners Swept with me
shit, green told y'all Big mics fo y'all, my crew Stronghold, y'all one two three four five, that's the roll call roll call, roll call, roll call.....
I rolled ya up and smoked you like cones Split the seed and grow you like clones Don't start-me-up, cause I'm not the Rolling Stones But I get stoned
At The Opera" - 1974] So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye So you think you can love me and leave me to die Oh, baby Can't do this to
She's got me tied in a knot. That's what I thought she'd do. Don't ask me what's on my mind. I'm fine. I'll push on through. Not much to see on this
some action, Mr. Jagger said it best He knows you never get, no satisfaction But Mr. Dylan knows, that everyone is more or less a Rolling Stone And Mr
Reinacting her boy saw him click clacking his toy Match and destroy Shady slash Aftermath in detroit motherfucker [Eminem] Doe Rae Me Fa So La Dee Da Don't play me
a 360, The Aftermath for that is the nigga 50 ain't wit me, No hard feelings, we both made millions, You can hate me or love me but nigga I spit real
breath and night is broken As I scream our battle cry Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am reaching
on my baby Since she come around, he ain't been the same She look at him with her dark brown eyes She tell him things that would make a grown man cry
yourselves to die The roll call next morning, just a handful survived. Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me [Chorus] The stone men on Water Street still cry
the music, will let me ride" [Hell Razah] Rebel Music free the pain inside, until this day in my ghetto I hear echoes, where anger cry, feel me? I bring
360, The Aftermath for that is the nigga 50 ain't with me, No hard feelings, we both made millions, You can hate me or love me but nigga I spit real shit