Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Rolling Stone, artist - Oncue. Album song Angry Young Man, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rebel Base Industries
Song language: English
A Rolling Stone |
Yeah, they say I look like my father |
I say, I look like me, mother fucker |
They asked me, son, why bother? |
It’s been done even back when you was just around playing cops and robbers |
There’s way too many skeletons hiding in your parents closet |
For you to conquer you need to stop it |
Sit by on the 15? |
23 |
My momma, ??? |
With a fiend |
I will later grow a money tree |
I won’t drain, even though the water under me |
Can’t take blame for what’s in my brain |
I can’t maintain there’s blood in my veins |
Can’t maintain, shit ain’t the same |
Times have been hard, i mean harder than they came |
Yeah, if this how it’s supposed to be |
Didn’t even notice, now they notice me |
God damn, you still working at the grocery? |
Remember the smell so well, no potpourri |
Don’t say I’m just like him |
Not even, he just like me |
Cause i won’t pay for his sins |
See the only thing in common is we both got pipe dreams |
They say, they say |
Apples don’t fall far from the tree |
And i say, i say |
I’d rather be six feet deep |
And they say, they say |
They see him in me |
And i say, i say |
Well, i’d rather be |
A rolling, a rolling stone |
A rolling, a rolling stone |
I’d rather be, i’d rather be |
Just a rolling stone, just a rolling stone |
I spark J’s just like my peers, but |
All the years brought out my fears, and |
So at least become all so clear |
Cause all the dark days gave me bright ideas, yeah |
Oh, there goes George' son |
He’s placed bets ?, 'bout to quincy run |
Ain’t no way I held that prick second to none |
His pops' inhale that rock, he prolly lost a lung |
And mom and brothers keep up |
If i always hit them with the message at the beep |
Cause, i don’t answer |
Took too long for me to be ramped up |
I don’t wanna be dead, but |
I just wish he listened when i told him |
It was never his fault and i ain’t roses |
Let them smell the roses, he getting loaded |
Like it’s the only way for us 'bout to be eroded |
There’s some shit that i gotta say |
Love my father, but not the mess he made |
In the shadow he cast, i use as shade |
With a bad bitch, with ass, baby getting paid |
Yo, so i’m about to be a rolling stone |
Look at it this way, atleast i’m not smoking stones |
Shit, what you think going on? |
Why’d you think i’m holding on |
Pop into my broken home |