drove the cold nails through Your tired hands And rolled a stone to seal Your grave Feels like the Devil's rolled a stone onto my heart Can You roll that stone
some place I'd be satisfied Hey, I'm a loaded gun I'm crazy about her, crazy about her Hey, I'm a lovesick son I'm crazy about her I see her jogging
I I don't know nothin' about nothin' About Mexico And tell me why Why won't you love me For who I am Where I am He said: 'Cause that's not the way the
I was young I used to cry and looking back I don?t know why I bore it like the world upon my back. I know that I was not alone facing hearts of stone
that's a handsaw Man naw I leave paintbrushes bleedin Busy describing what I'm a paint when I'm a paint but why am I painting? I'm table oasis with no
drove the cold nails through Your tired hands And rolled a stone to seal Your grave Feels like the devil's rolled a stone onto my heart Can You roll that stone
crazy as you thought I was am i? Heh.. I'm the American dream! I'm the definition of white trash balling, I'm right back on 'em, with the [scratches] I
they roll Till they rock, 'till they rock, 'till they rock, 'till they roll 'Cause I am a landslide waiting to fall I'm a landslide, don't you know? I
(Jorma Kaukonen) Sometimes I feel like i am leaving life behind My hands are moving faster than the movement of my mind Thoughts and generations of my
's when I feel stoned in love It's how I am feeling now I feel the love is made of stone Wait and feel the stoned in love Stoned in love? (Thanks to
There's a man going 'round calling names Ring down when you're ready, baby, I'm waiting for you I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
the media is not fooling me cuz I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation I've got no room for a lie so verbose I'm looking out over my whole human family
It's when I feel stoned in love It's how I am feeling now I feel the love is made of stone Wait and feel the stoned in love Stoned in love? (Thanks to
where I am, I'll wait here by the curb Just like an addiction, well, I tried to give you up But I know all bets are off when I've had too much With an
Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am reaching out won't you take my hand I'm coming home Ireland
Cause I'm just a rolling stone in a band on the road I know words don't mean Much on their own But what I sing to you Is worth more than a stone I will
Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right? I, I owe you for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah
Yea Man prince was a pimp abolonian vanity, chill on ease he had me on the edge of insanity Swore if I made it in music I'd be similar there I am, this