Uh, 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 (Yeah, yeah) Drive for many miles and 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 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 I said it and, no, I don't regret it I just woke up in my tour bus, I don't know where I'm headed I been out on my own since I turned eighteen Packed my bags, hit the road, left to chase my dreams (My dreams) Love 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 in 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, 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 No more Percs to ease to pain and no more drank to go to sleep, yeah
Uh, he's a rolling stone, he's a rolling stone (Life of a rolling stone) Long as the wind blows, I'll be long gone (Lone gone) He's a rolling stone (Yeah) , he's a rolling stone Drive for many miles and roads and still can't find my, my home (Can't find my home)
Yeah, yeah My, my home Life of a rolling stone, life of a rolling stone
Compositores: Thomas Horton (Tntxd), Rodarius M Green (Rod Wave), Georgia Rose Boyden, Joseph Boyden ECAD: Obra #36780705