You're readin' the cover of a pseudo paperback Displays about writers, Chaucer to Steinbeck You're lookin' tired babe, sittin' there on the side You're lookin' tired
Traduzione: Rolling Stones. Guardando Stanco.
Take a closer look at the eyes you see They're tired of always watching me inside I will carry you tonight On the outside I'm this concrete wall On the
your body in the desert (Scavenger's dessert) Yeah yeah I rap tight like Saran Plus enter battles talkin shit like "Look mom, no hands!" I'm tired of
life [x4] [Verse 2:] Won'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
, hey ma! Look your child's grown And I built somethin, Flipmode is touchin down stone Look you shouldn't have no fear And now we bringin the streets back, look
shots from the roof duke will circle round your body like hoola-hoops Mami told me son, hold your own And one day your gone grow to be a rolling stone
Kyleon] Run it, hey Lookin at the game, it's like I need some more spitters When they sayin lyricist they only sayin four niggaz (run it) Tired of you
mainstream of thought. History offers no solutions, Quotes from Mao or Stalin, Hitler or Marx Simply confirms the oppression. I'm tired of political experts, Tired
[Hook x4:] Starched down, and I'm rolling on 84's [Big Pokey:] Starched down, rolling on them 84's gripping wood Swanging wide, representing Southside looking
s a . . . Francesca: Who cares about royalties? Don: Grrah! Francesca: Look, I've seen everybody around, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Arthur Brown
waiting for its dance now Fate has sentenced us to die Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am
if I want it [Hook] Can't believe it I'm gon have to ride tonight Roll on, roll on Holding plexes, pulling pistols They play with your life Roll on roll
your cars, playin' the game, betta know the odds Blow the dice, roll the dice, mandatory pokin' nights Deadlier than a cobra's bite, dese young guns look
fun is Mama always told me Not to look into the Eyes of the sun But mama, That's where the fun is Some brimstone baritone Anticyclone rolling stone
She said I wanna live in a Lipstick Jungle I wanna find what I'm searching for I'm tired of rolling on stolen thunder I just want something of my own
keep rolling along, rolling along Oh, the future is a wind that keeps on breaking So hold my hand, let's dive in Into the blue I look at you I look at
calls Wheat paste and concrete walls Go too far, live too long Time's too short, right and wrong Block after block, Block after block Roll down gates, look