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on the road
My temp is to hot when I blow you get cold
Bad lil vibe and she sucking me vicious
I can't hold hands and don't no kissing
Rolling up pressure my

I might as well burn from the cross
Cause there's no holy threshold that I'd like to walk across
I'm a rolling stone that gathers no moss
But boulders

"Country Boy"
WRITTEN AND PRODUCED BY OMER NETZER

I've been walking this road so long ago 
People don't come my way 
I've been rolling this stone

R.I.P my nigga they took his life at 23
Rolling with a pack of rude niggas from six three
Free Mel stone they gave him 10 for selling C
Automatic gripping

hearing great tunes
That thing called Rock n' Roll
Where we had The Beatles The Eagles
The Doors and The Rolling Stones
Starting to get the meaning

ziomek
Ale dziś już na spokojnie Rolling Stones'i to wyjątek

Mądrze zarządzam kontem bo dorosłem do pieniędzy
Dużo ich rozjebałem potem głupi żyłem w

tym choć na moment chcą cię wyrwać
Złapać haust powietrza w końcu poczuć wiatr na skrzydłach
Dziś masz inny priorytet niż reszta
Pieprzony Rolling Stone

this
Like emergency calls
I wanna be the boss
And I play it where it falls
I'm laying where I floss
And I'm staying with the Moss
I wanna be a rolling

a nigga any day
I been in space little nigga anyway
Two white hoes, yea they name mary-kate
I feel like a rolling stone, driving while i medicate
Damn

and Clyde
Day and night, I belong to your side (only yours)
Never have I thought it would end this way
I`m a rolling stone but for you I will stay

I`ll go

on narcotics
I'm an artist
A Rolling Stone Live in Concert
I'm honest I got it
A Wolf to these Wall Street clowns
They aspire to be me
When I'm not around
I shut

to be
Don't call me an Uber
When tequila takes over
I'll hit the floor like Mick Jagger in love with all the swagger going out like a Rolling Stone
We're

THE DOOR, WINKED AT THE BOUNCER
FIXING MY TIE, THIS MOTHERFUCKER'S BIGGER THAN BOWSER

MADE MY WAY THROUGH, THE SET UP WASN'T SET IN STONE BUT,
AS THE SOUND

a thousand islands
Passport crazy mileage
You keep coming for the click, I gotta fight back
I got dreams at night, lay 'em by the night stand
For my weed

u stone like some white kids, narley, you'll be high like the sun, Barkley
Yeah, I call it broccoli, I call it Oakland, that's cause the shit I be

I know, I was a rolling stone
Wherever I laid my hat, I was at home
Now see you knew, still you went out on a limb
So trusting of me, with your

Still wanna throw stones
When you live in a glass home
When I was on the road
Don't worry never alone
God got me in my zone
(Thats a fact)
God got me in

Blue
But what if my love's monotone in hue
Four stone ventricles with gold between the folds
Cold shoulder cynical my sleeve bleeding as it shows
Complex

I’m cut out of stone
Show me the thrown
Let’s overthrow it
Too many bullets
The Guns overloaded
This chess not checkers
But don’t overthink it
Whatever

Legends feared even by the Father
Fall to might of our swords and shields
Ferried souls to the tenth plain yonder
Venture off to the fighting fields

Wind

the back when u pull up in a dress
Mamacita me llama, going loco, going crazy io se che tu me tama
I'mma fucking Rolling Stone in the desert like Sahara
She

something I had done
Take all of your genes, im my damn mommas son
Daily on her knees, crying loudly looking up
Fuck that rolling stone, momma he aint got

evening"
I play for tips, for drinks, for gas money
I once wanted to be well known
Big write up's in Rolling Stone
My first band we had big dreams
But that

Take a look you might turn into stone, that boy gone
My nigga Claude rolling that strong
That Hulk Hogan pack
We was broke and we ain't going back
Had