Stone Rolling Songtext
von Rod Wave
Stone Rolling Songtext
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(SephGotTheWaves)
Uh, he′s a rolling stone, he's a rolling stone
Long as the wind blows, I′ll be long gone (gone)
He's a rolling stone, he's a rolling stone (he′s a, he′s a-)
Drive with many miles of roads and still can't find my
My home
I remember bein′ a kid, I just wanted to travel
On my bed, writin' raps, thinkin′ 'bout daddy (my daddy)
Was in my cell, writin′ raps, regrettin' my actions (my actions, yeah, yeah)
Like if I make it out this shit, I'm goin′ straight to Cali
It′s like I know my momma loved him, but I still hate him
Livin' life like a runaway and it′s six years later (later)
I said it and no, I don't regret it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just woke up on my tour bus, I don′t know where I'm headed
I been out on my own since I turned 18
Packed my bags, hit the road, left to chase my dream (my dream)
Loved livin′ in the A when people knew me barely
Then my dream came alive, this shit got very scary (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
I got so much and love for Houston, like it raised me
Me and Sauce in a Maybach, gettin' faded
This don't feel right, nah, this shit feel crazy
Clutchin′ on my pipe, don′t even feel like I made it
I love Las Vegas (yeah)
But that was before I was famous (ayy, yeah)
Look, I traveled across the nation, don't matter what state we in (we in)
People stop and stare, and lookin′ 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 (by the beach, yeah)
No more Percs to ease the pain and no more drank to go to sleep, yeah
Uh, he's a rolling stone (gang), he′s a rolling stone (life of a rolling stone)
Long as the wind blows, I'll be long gone (long gone)
He′s a rolling stone (yeah), he's a rolling stone (yeah, yeah)
Drive with many miles of roads and still can't find my (can′t find my-)
My home
Yeah, yeah
My, my home
Life of a rolling stone, huh, life of a rolling stone
(SephGotTheWaves)
Uh, he′s a rolling stone, he's a rolling stone
Long as the wind blows, I′ll be long gone (gone)
He's a rolling stone, he's a rolling stone (he′s a, he′s a-)
Drive with many miles of roads and still can't find my
My home
I remember bein′ a kid, I just wanted to travel
On my bed, writin' raps, thinkin′ 'bout daddy (my daddy)
Was in my cell, writin′ raps, regrettin' my actions (my actions, yeah, yeah)
Like if I make it out this shit, I'm goin′ straight to Cali
It′s like I know my momma loved him, but I still hate him
Livin' life like a runaway and it′s six years later (later)
I said it and no, I don't regret it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just woke up on my tour bus, I don′t know where I'm headed
I been out on my own since I turned 18
Packed my bags, hit the road, left to chase my dream (my dream)
Loved livin′ in the A when people knew me barely
Then my dream came alive, this shit got very scary (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
I got so much and love for Houston, like it raised me
Me and Sauce in a Maybach, gettin' faded
This don't feel right, nah, this shit feel crazy
Clutchin′ on my pipe, don′t even feel like I made it
I love Las Vegas (yeah)
But that was before I was famous (ayy, yeah)
Look, I traveled across the nation, don't matter what state we in (we in)
People stop and stare, and lookin′ 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 (by the beach, yeah)
No more Percs to ease the pain and no more drank to go to sleep, yeah
Uh, he's a rolling stone (gang), he′s a rolling stone (life of a rolling stone)
Long as the wind blows, I'll be long gone (long gone)
He′s a rolling stone (yeah), he's a rolling stone (yeah, yeah)
Drive with many miles of roads and still can't find my (can′t find my-)
My home
Yeah, yeah
My, my home
Life of a rolling stone, huh, life of a rolling stone
Writer(s): Thomas Horton, Rodarius Green, Georgia Rose Boyden, Joseph Boyden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com