does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Like a rolling stone Like a rolling stone Like a rolling stone
it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Like a rolling stone Like a rolling stone Like a rolling stone
Übersetzung: Green Day. Like A Rolling Stone.
And Relaxin And Attractin A Fan Base Of Females Wit Emails And Letters To Fax In In Vegas With A Toaster N A Blunt And The Hotel I Checked In Got A Roller
grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands Just picture me rollin Flossin a Benz on rims that
I, I love Madonna (I love you), I, I love Shakira. I need a little Kesha, I'm just a little Pink Red Hot Chili Peppers and I start to sing I like Bryan
she's drifting like a satellite. There's a neon light ablaze in this green smoky haze, laughter down on Elizabeth Street And a lonesome bell tone in that valley of stone
: [Originally performed by Rolling Stones] I see a red door and I want it painted black, no colours anymore I want them to turn black. I see the girls
My slugs blow a nigga bald head like khemo And when I'm in New York, they holla at me like Nino Ask the Flintstones, I'm a Don like Dino I'm iced out
red raw meat The green eyed goddamn straight from your heart I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired Of being so alone No place to call my own Like a rollin' stone
face if you don't stay in your place You ain't a soldier like me you a fuckin disgrace X move like a shark in the water, I'm dodgin death and disorder
all a dream) Advocated by the few who do live it Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mausberg Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg Old man told
coolest spots in town You take too much though it's bound to get you down She's got a boyfriend they call Big Joe He's a big shot at the club-A-Gogo Baby
day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights Came a man with a big, long, fat, cigar Said, "C'mere son, I'm gonna make you a star" Bo Diddley
9 I got a burner in my lap at all times And a bag of sticky icky green limes I'm a block burner like Lil' Wayne, revisin' the game like King James The head turner like
