of a yester year Let the tears pray Skip a stone over the reservoir to shake the whole sharade Hmm gun play the tumors platoon I couldn't see I fell
cave man who invented the wheel and roll out funny Sittin' on a bundle rolled with twenties, subtle Sippin' Saber tooth blood puddle- I could roll with
Hey hey) We've got ignition, so let's go chorus repeats 2x Are you a tumbleweed or a rolling stone Are you a tumbleweed or a rolling stone...
t need boners) (Lucystoners don't need boners) (Lucystoners don't need boners) Whoo (Lucystoners don't need boners) (Lucystoners don't need boners) (Lucystoners don't need boners) (Lucystoners don't
seems like you just started noticing how noticably bad things really are and when you walked past this couple arguing in a rolled up window of a parked
into hand-jive and it went like this In a little old country town one day A little old country band began to play Add two guitars and a beat up saxophone
the beat Snaps come rolling back to me!" [sung to Tootsie Roll commercial] [Verse Two:] What, is, really going on? My, lyrics, rain like a storm Oh yes, it sets quite a
the punches then she took the fall now once again she's left alone and she's listening to records of the Rolling Stones The day's a nightmare that won't
play my cards and odds Seein' a bright horizon ain't that hard But it's dark, though, and hot, too Humid like a land flu I got a beat I wrote to (they
? Can't shoot a cop son! [singing] You must be stone crazy [x4] [Psycho Les] Here's my ultimatum, niggaz don't have my shit laced No question, little
When your hand brushed against mine I thought I'd collapse I'm no rolling stone I gather too much moss Maybe it's 'cos I'm getting A little bit older
I got a vision in my head and you're a dead man When I roll in a stole red minivan I'm on a mission through the muthafuckin' East Side Inglewood against Compton A
t somebody show me there's a few things my poppa never told me Maybe cause the stone still rolling no remorse yet It's a few things my momma never told
that for a small donation My lost soul would be saved I said I don't think so preacher I'll come back another day All I want, is to be a Rolling Stone
I'm hurtin, hurtin Reefer, reefer, reefer, yes, me P.O.D.d-ah D.d-ah Past overdose comatose, see a see a bunch of sticky creeper, creeper Roll it up,
for some action Facts and stacks, never will my mission collapse If you really want a thug, then you better pin these raps And a I'm a give a little game
A wedding ring and a simple thing called home All you ever gave me Was a look down some old highway The sky above and the love of a rolling stone I