Pipe that shit up TNT
SephGotTheWaves
He′s a rolling stone, he's a rolling stone
Long as the wind blows, I′ll be long gone
He's a rolling stone, he's a rolling stone
Driving many miles and roads, and still can′t find
My, my home
I remember being a kid, I just wanted to travel
On my bed, writing raps thinkin′ 'bout daddy
Was in my cell writing raps, regretting my actions
Like if I make it out this shit, I′m going straight to Cali
It's like, I know my mama love him, but I still hate him
Living life like a runaway and it′s six years later
I said it and no, I don't regret it
I just woke up on my tour bus, I don′t know where I'm headed
I been out here on my own since I turned eighteen
Packed my bags, hit the road, left to chase my dreams
Loved livin' in the A when people knew me, barely
Then my dream came alive, that shit got very scary
I got so much in love for Houston like it raised me
Me and Sauce in a Maybach, getting faded
This don′t feel right, nah, this shit feel crazy
Cluthin′ on my pipe, don't even feel like I made it
I love Las Vegas, but that was before I was famous
Look, I traveled across the nation, don′t matter what state we in
People stop and stare, and looking at us like aliens
I spent some time in Carolina, spent time in Tennessee
Is there a heaven for a G? Where can I go to get some peace?
I wanna settle with my kids, buy a crib by the beach
No more 'Perc′s to ease the pain and no more drank to go to sleep
He's a rolling stone, he′s a rolling stone
Long as the wind blows, I'll be long gone
He's a rolling stone, he′s a rolling stone
Driving many miles and roads, and still can′t find
My, my home
Yeah, Yeah
My, my home
Life of a rolling stone, life of a rolling stone
Writer(s): Thomas Horton, Rodarius Green, Georgia Rose Boyden, Joseph Boyden
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