Lyrics:
Its 5 o’clock in the morning
She won’t get help from anyone
She feels the hunger its burning
She counts her naira one by one
Ole ole
She on the road
stone, the rolling stones!
What is wrong, what is right, what you're gonna play by night
If you were never really raised in a cradle
Have you felt on top
Jaggered to my body
Like a rolling stone
Your eyes tell a story
As tears go by
Jaggered to my body
Like a rolling stone
Your lips explain my sex
As my
invincible
Mon histoire, c'est mon récit, j'te l'dis de façon précise ouais
Dans mon hood j'suis connu comme un Rolling Stone
Dans mon hood tout le monde crie
a rolling stone
You gotta rage against the night
You gotta learn to do what's right
By and by to live you got to die
Arise
Arise
Arise
Now I played games
a problem I'm a rolling Stone start it up
And if you start me up, I promise you I'll never stop
Last thing you hear is the blast when the hammer drops
no steppin' stone (steppin' stone)
Ayy, feel he by himself, I guess he step alone (step alone)
Ayy, them lookin' saucy, come up off 'em, I need 'em
it's the matte gloss
The matte gloss
It flashing it's the matte gloss
Rolling down the road, GT on the dashboard
Blue sports car rolling down
old man came rolling home
Written By: Joseph L. Stone Boogiedown Music BMI
Arguing bout nothing girl we do this every weekend
Back to college now you off the deep end
Graduate from pouring cups and rolling up to popping
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
heart still gold
When the world turn to stone, please don’t me leave alone
Ima love you forever more, you made a rolling stone
The world gone lose a real
a run down
See the stone is rolling and rolling
Resistance everyone a know now president a lie
I see the storm and I say so, a change is coming
War you
And we'll almost be all the way home
Six men packed into an E150 van
More damn gear than The Rolling Stones
I hate being in the city
Makes my nerves tore all
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 your
by him she stops and stares
The got love bigger than the Beatles
Wild and free like a Rolling Stone
They gotta love takes 'em higher than the Eagles
My head of stone is sinking down.
To raise the hand no one is around.
The intensive urge to drop the plan.
Is carved into my skull by the demon’s hand.
I'm tryna put a million stones up in a Patek
I be smokin' by the O, I got a habit
Double Cuban link with a charm, I gotta have it
Cashed out on a new
down
By the fuck weekend
Checks on checks
Next, I'm next
Playing my cards
And I stack that deck
Pass that test
Pass that test
Life's too short to be
bac cuz
If you take it from her
She gon find another fast
She a rolling stone
Guess she get it from her dad
Caught up in a circle
Cant agree to fix
the styrofoam (who there?)
That dirty got my mind gone, that money got my mind blown
VVS and white stones, VVS and white stones
I'm rolling like a rolling
the styrofoam (who there?)
That dirty got my mind gone, that money got my mind blown
VVS and white stones, VVS and white stones
I'm rolling like a rolling
Sippin'
Gettin'
Drunk!
Digging
Women
Gettin'
Uck!
Gettin'
Money
Cant be
Bruk
Turning up on the weekend
Spending money like I'm puff
Billin
Sippin'
Gettin'
a problem I'm a rolling Stone start it up
And if you start me up, I promise you I'll never stop
Last thing you hear is the blast when the hammer drops
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