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Rolling Stone

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Rolling Stone

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Verse1: The wise man built his house on the rocks// they say you sleep no way you getting up to the top//you could be sleeping with death, such a deadly affair//you don't wanna fuck with life, the Karma's in the air//what goes around comes the merry go, we living on the playground and skipping over heavy ropes//the hands on the clock keep moving and time waits for no man, so tell me what you pursuing//what are your dreams, I mean what do you see when you sleep, calm on the surface but known still waters run deep//clarifying the meaning of life, from the dark nights harsh, we seeking the light, it's a hard fight// i keep my guards up along with my head got caught up from lifting glasses of beers and liquor cheers, in the years gone by i learnt to keep a clenched fist cause (nothing real can be threatened) nothin unreal exists Hook: Ain nothing really else that i wanna do// besides seeking weal and check a mic or 2//a rolling stone gathers no moss, how much your soul cost//to walk around like you your own boss Verse2: What happens when your whole plans go to the shits//blown to bits// something uncontrolable, noticed a few dudes who noble but got their screws loose// made men, but somehow they caved in//sleep induced forever like Geoffrey Epstein, nothing left but a memory I gotta be my name in no time I'm running out like times up, in the company of naysayers//Keep the wheel turning, spinning around, burning a stick for higher learning , give him a pound "who" your man the local merchant or black fathers for sticking around raining tomorrow //no option not knowing who to borrow from, the law often visit// they tryna lock him in prison, killing his pride tryna provide, survive in this God given life//keep slanging keep hustling achieve something Hook: Outro

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