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way home
There's a lot that I've blown
From perk scales to 
Rolling Stones
Too much white
My skin is turning to
My Brittle bones
Somebody better hit

Think about the times 
I didn't 
Shoulda called yo phone 
She saying nigga 
Kick rocks 
Guess imma 
Rolling stone 
She saying niggas 
Ain't shit 
But I'm

Rolling up a stogy
Now I'm feeling high
Never thought that I could fly
Now I'm pointing to the sky
Never keep in mind
Any stress of any kind
Keep my

stone is in me
My pineal is peaking, i'm looking past Venus
Fighting with demons
Fighting myself
I must be Die Böse
Tangled in webs
Yahweh as my witness
I

the cup
Ain't drinking no wine
Its the weekend motherfucker
I'm a rage all night
Shawty by the bar
She be giving the looks
Told her lets have fun
And keep

I'd bet on you as far as you're thrown
By gnomes with torn ligaments and tissues for bones
Kiss the ring when the capo come home, last of my stones
Were

nah

Party up like a Rolling Stone
Girls wanna fuck but there ain’t no phones
Hit the stage and they sing along
Kick on’s bring em to the hotel room
You

What if I told you two rolling stones would meet one day
Talk about the moss they never had and together they would roll away
How would you feel bout

It's the kick back with my nigga K-Mac, got the stoners in the back, rolling up the loud
Pack
Stoners in the back, rolling up the loud pack

Pass me

to slow it down I'm living life to fast 
But I'm a rolling Stone I'm just praying I don't crash

They keep saying live tomorrow like your last
Living for

paved highway's far from the cobblestones that I used to know
It's a stone-cold gold rush rolling down a yellow brick road
And I know it's a long way home

Tattoos in Tokyo, weekends in Mexico
Still haven't seen the pyramids or the Rolling Stones
Black Harley Davidsons, sugar and cinnamon
Pick up

Spit Shine Your Black Clouds

The Blood Brothers

Young Machetes

2006

You're walking through the forests where they feed the trees broken glass.
John lennon and the rolling stones crooning in plastic bags.
Spit shine

order all wrong
I forget how work
The weekend was blur
The boss just wanna talk
And my words
Slur
I ask for chocolate chip
And I get a raisin brand
I ask

the deal
Then shook hands by dessert
Then I went out the back
I don't like sugar secretions
Same niggas tryna sugar coat the treason
Necks get exposed

Winnebago

Kenny Chesney

Cosmic Hallelujah

2016

up the old Winnebago
Baby, why don't we go
Rolling down a two-lane
Park it right, by the lake night
Catch a little moonlight
Open all the windows

sitting on the spokes
Hit the store, to gas it up and get this motherfucker rolling
Ride it like we dirty, or we splacked it and it's stolen
Roll up all

It's time to settle down in the thickets by the road
And sit upon a rock
Just throwin' stones
It's time to settle up

Waiting for my ride
My mind trails

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't feel like a rolling stone
With the mystery and wonder of making my own way
Down an unknown road
Down

it. Oh, oh no.... tape's
rolling! You... tosspot! Anyway! Well in that case, what'ho you lot out there! Hah! Jesus, you heard that
didn't ya? Eh? Well

I be cooling
But I'm fried
I be high off the mf drugs
On the weekend
But its friday
Hit the group chat like they know wassup
Hit the plug
I'll pull

I know it smell like weed up in here
Rolling with some real G's up in here
Never clock fear up in here
I got what you need up in here

Here it is
Got

They Call Her the Cat

Elton John

Peachtree Road

2004

Mick, she's a Rolling Stone
Never seen a woman shake like that

She was just plain mister once
Got herself fixed up real good
Just a little boy lost

The Future

Lonestar

Party Heard Around the World

2010

I'm tired of talking about the past
Time to take these stones out of my pack
I've been walking way too long with all this weight here on my