Lyrics:
wanna)
So hit me up
When you rolling through the south side
You can hit my digits baby
And you know I’m sliding by
Any time of the night
Late night stay up
and cutting so deep
Turning heads on a parkway dime
Zero to hero by the end of the night
Making it all up as I go along
Being read my lines on faded que cards
Oooh
Yeahh, like it's the Weekend
I'm just popping bottles turnt up by myself
I'm just lit by myself
Like I'm Nav by Myself
Popping bottles in the club
Remember the feelings, remember the day
My stone heart was breaking
My love ran away
These moments I knew I would be someone else
My love turned
Holy water pour it we can drink again
Holy water on the weekend just to ease my soul
I tend to venture on this path I know I shouldn’t go
Devil temping
motor homes
Niggas love to try and test us like they know what we on
Chubb's got the magazine covered like Rolling Stone
'Cause we already know how
about me doesn't make me mad (nah, nah)
I think they hating cause they see me when I'm rolling (yeah)
Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad
I'm a rollin' stone all alone and lost
For a life of sin I have paid the cost
When I pass by all the people say
Just another guy on the lost
stuck in the hood
I just keep on rolling dice by the playground
I know my momma ain't proud of me, ooh lit, that's a head crack
Feels like I took a loss,
It's finally Friday
Mundane Monday morning
Oh the same old thing
Humdrum dull and dismal
Rat race in full swing
Tuesday crawling pace
Time ticks by
The city fades into vague light
And by the time
I get myself to the station
The world is mine
Slip into the currents
All my friends are riptides
I got ya Hoe
Calling my phone
She let me know when you leaving
She always working
Monday through Friday
We only meet on the weekend
See me pull up
on breathin'
Nightmares happen, keep on dreamin'
We been beaten by our demons
Worked all weekend, live for weekends
Built our team with steel beams
But even
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
to die, if you're by my side it's all right now, feeling right now
Be there when I'm alone
Love me even though I'm a motherfuckin' rolling stone
Carry me
Hotel
It was empty, cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there
A few red lights, a few old beds
We
and we’ve got no time to control, no
While i was in searches i was like a rolling stone
Fond a goal and made no one step back before i’ll take what i want
ay
Put em up, ay
Okay nobody been fucking with me
Spent my whole weekend day drinking I'm feeling schwifty
I been out doing my own thing, progressing
TDubb thrilla tdubb thrilla tdubb thrilla aye
Blow a bag aye
Yeah
Blowing bag on my way to get a mutha fucking bag
Rolling thru my city hammer on my
and entertaining
Toy with humans like puppets with no shame
Brainwash and manipulate
The bowling is rolling & rolling
Destroying & destroying, Generation after
like a club, bottles everywhere
Keep passing the Mollys, keep rolling it up
Cause I ain't drunk yet, keep pouring me up
Keep passing the mollys, keep
got a wave we been
Chilling by the ocean
Now I got a big drop top and I’m rolling
And I told my girl imma
Be up till the morning
Feeling like I’m 2-3
As the shadows on the walls
Jitter and dissolve
Your eyes
Mocha marbles in the night
Rolling their way home to me
Stones that glitter in the light
Soaking in
In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, we're bound for South Australia
Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away
Haul away, you'll hear me
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