Lyrics:
the frailty
There’s no saints
We are the rising cascade, the rolling wave
There’s no saints to save me
Want me to watch like mother’s eyes?
I got your witness
Cause I'm used to plates rated by Zagat
Smoking Kiefer Sutherland
Fuck the government, cop Asian rubs and shit
Paid like a hundred, I'm consistently
get it cookin' like meth in a pan
Tie your arm up with a belt
And inject in a scab
Round trip to the drug spot set in a cab
Rolling Stone concert flicks
a six figure fetish
No flaws in none of the stones
They all big and precious
No bitch in none of the clique
They all young and restless
We all money
a rolling stone
I'll end up somewhere anyway
cnd steal the moment, seize the day
Yes I'm gone
Until I lay down in my grave
I'll keep on chasing time away
Our Daddy liked George Jones, Haggard and Buck Owens,
Momma liked the Eagles and The Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
When I was just a little kid, I
got a girl".That's all right
[Verse: MadChild]
What up ma, you want to hang with a rock star
Hop into my truck get stopped by a cop car (woop, woop)
divine
He was the punishment (meted out) by th gods
The sanguinary one who scorned defeat
Torn bodies of women, weeping and wailing
Flames devouring
And sampled it dope breaks it come
Some be very left while used by Nouka and Sef
I quote my man I'm swirling G
I'm getting feed from this beef y'all rolling
Hey now my red clouds're rolling in
To catalogue and number every stone cold dream
And I've seen Sal thumbing his way up to the stars
I've seen
a rolling stone and I hit the towns up north
Every tune I sung became home and now I'm calling 'em yours
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up, get up,
time (come on)
I'm falling down upon the earth, and singing truth in rhyme (come on)
If I was a rolling stone, I'd roll until I'm through (come on)
We drink with lust and greed
Let the light of the night set the tone
A sound like rolling rock on stone
A spirit cloaked in flesh and bone
Making its
made it happen on my own, from the corner store to a rolling stone, now I'm makin' Lisa moan
And I don't like to conversate with anybody, tryna make it
folks
'Cause now I'm stuck in pavement on the road
Yeah now I'm stuck in pavement on the road
How did I sink down this deep?
I'm rolling like a stone
genes
Papa was a rolling stone and I ain't grown
Left this lil nigga all alone, now a nigga grown
Genetic game that you passed on
Guess how many niggas
When your hand brushed against mine
I thought I'd collapse
I'm no rolling stone
I gather too much moss
Maybe it's 'cause I'm getting
A little
Rolling Stones
Nejsme backstreet, mainstream, offbeat boys
Zatimco si hulíte sami jak Manson
Na beatech házíme kladivem, jdeme rozbít show
Nežeru netopýry
you want to be cool, in the rolling
Stone or MTV. close you eyes and go to sleep. breathe deep. the clock keeps ticking.
Wake up, start digging.
Passear de iate
Nos mares do pacífico sul...
Baby!
I'm alive like
A Rolling Stone
Vamos pra Babylon
Vida é um souvenir
Made in Hong Kong
Vamos pra Babylon!
znasz wszystkie kawałki Santor
To że Cliff Richards jeszcze chodzi
I to że mimo trzystu lat ciągle grają Rolling Stones'i
Jak jedna chwila w której
And just like John Coltrane
Just like the Rolling Stones
And just like Booker T
You can always count on me
You can always count on me
You can always
momma cause I might not live
I guess that you can say that Poppa was a Rolling Stone
But me I'm just a victim of the plague of the broken home
Another sad
on the stones
Leaving all I want behind me
I'm blinded by the sun
I'm feeling like it's one step closer two steps back
I'm standing at the crossroads
Rolling out
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