drink and drive No one ever could seem to empathize Makin' babies in the back seat on tranquilizers Papa never was much a rolling stone see He just
are made outcasts. * We didn't expect to find ourselves playing this part, We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll, But we can't avoid that
living (x3) Yeah that's how I'm living I'm in a zone everywhere I seem to roam is home A rolling stone, I hold my own just like a microphone I stay in
a thousand guitars. With the pain and the hurt love sometime brings in the house of a thousand guitars. Well you can hear Bob Dylan and the Rolling Stones
become the next Quincy Jones? That's when Jerry hit me up on the horn and said "Clef, your on the cover of The cover of The Source by The Rolling Stones
society, or out of it Time is running out for the planet Earth What if the world couldn't get any worse than this? What if the world couldn't get any worse
skyline and I'll show you decadence, a subtle reminder of hearts filled with loneliness, give me your worst words and I'll bring the sticks and stones
life to feel that innocent I can't look back Bags is packed Sayin "Won't nobody know where I'm at" ..(gone) Across the map No contact leave the phone Rollin stone
lose myself, I forget myself Sometimes I fault myself Yes, I might fight myself But then I make amends I freeze myself, rain on myself Ok, so I stone
to reach each quota No soda rolls rolla one owner Broad yayo eighty grand one corner Luis Vuitton right size don't want 'em They tripping, I'm tripping in Tiffany stones
so did all my good time friends And there was no doubt I was nothing without my sure hit songwriter pen So I rolled like a stone down old Skid Row where
It's all about that knot in ya I'm alone, I roll with 6 niggas with stones Every hour tap my phone with embezzlement stones Get a loan from the stocks
lets get stoned. (Ah lets get stoned lets get stoned.) As we head on down the road. (As we head on down the road.) [D-Loc] Yeah you know im always getting stoned
Take a look at my life, all black Take a look at my clothes, all black Like Johnny Cash, all black Like the Rolling Stones wanna paint it black Like
s a tumor I roll with pmd, so [motherfuckers] kill the rumour Y'all can never stop my flow cos yo there ain't nobody looser My turn will kiss the stone
down to worse You still had that song, it was your blessing and your curse But in your tongue there is no word for home There'll be no one to roll away
hired men with the crabtree sticks to split him skin from bone And the miller has served him worse than that for he's ground him between two stones (Chorus