I Mean Harder Den A White Tie White Roll White Wheels Whiter Den Some White Pills White S550 Sittin On Some White Hills Niggas Thinkin Furs 4 Da Winter
scrounging around for your next meal How does it feel, how does it feel To be on your own with no direction home? Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
mean harder den a white tie White roll white wheels whiter den some white pills White S550 sittin' on some white hills Niggas thinkin' furs 4 da winter
thunder roll My silver palomino I track her into the mountains she loved Watch her from the rocks above She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter
the scanners listen System jammer, right on ya rack, black panther on a mission Right back at you,ready to cook this shit! Babylon apple, natu-wu (natural) habitat, stone
hell was earth that stale Stone chicken eggs, hit 'em in the mud that they lay When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade The stone age, the origin
it's the best secret I rock a vest, prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus In a Lex watchin' Kathie Lee and Regis My actions are one with the seasons A tec' squeezin', executioner, winter
Grants, that's all I see Brown paper bag, pass that to me Grab that duffle bag out the backseat Die for the cheddar I carry that llama Stack it in the winter
brother with his bike And he's got Guthrie running in his bones He's the hobo kid who's left his home And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
heals all But I don?t believe them -- Cause heartbreaks are uncurable And I?m up all night Stone-faced in New York City Trying to set things right -- Now time rolls
bones But I know, no one's going to show me everything We come and go unknown Each so deep and so superficial Between the forceps and the stone I looked
out of love Like a diamond, never our love would break But in a heartbeat thrown us both away Set me free to live my life like a rolling stone Look
, I like the way it sounds You're the reason why I'm puttin' new roots down Oh, some say I'm a drifter, say I'm a rolling stone But now that I'm called
Inside the tunnels, the stone tunnels, are the trains And inside the trains, the steel trains, are the bags of skin And inside the thin skin are the blood
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
the cold of the not quite dawn Chorus: She's losing him, to the rodeo wind That blows through his soul, when the summer begins When the winter snow
arms A wedding ring and a simple thing called home All you ever gave me was a look at some old highway The sky above and the love of a Rolling Stone
To some better place, so they think As the flame burns low Now the flame burns higher And it purifies the love that died A stone rolls closed on a