A Rolling Stone - Oncue

Yeah, they say I look like my father

I say, I look like me, mother fucker

They asked me, son, why bother?

It’s been done even back when you was just around playing cops and robbers

There’s way too many skeletons hiding in your parents closet

For you to conquer you need to stop it

Sit by on the 15?

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My momma, ???

With a fiend

I will later grow a money tree

I won’t drain, even though the water under me

Can’t take blame for what’s in my brain

I can’t maintain there’s blood in my veins

Can’t maintain, shit ain’t the same

Times have been hard, i mean harder than they came

Yeah, if this how it’s supposed to be

Didn’t even notice, now they notice me

God damn, you still working at the grocery?

Remember the smell so well, no potpourri

Don’t say I’m just like him

Not even, he just like me

Cause i won’t pay for his sins

See the only thing in common is we both got pipe dreams

They say, they say

Apples don’t fall far from the tree

And i say, i say

I’d rather be six feet deep

And they say, they say

They see him in me

And i say, i say

Well, i’d rather be

A rolling, a rolling stone

A rolling, a rolling stone

I’d rather be, i’d rather be

Just a rolling stone, just a rolling stone

I spark J’s just like my peers, but

All the years brought out my fears, and

So at least become all so clear

Cause all the dark days gave me bright ideas, yeah

Oh, there goes George' son

He’s placed bets ?, 'bout to quincy run

Ain’t no way I held that prick second to none

His pops' inhale that rock, he prolly lost a lung

And mom and brothers keep up

If i always hit them with the message at the beep

Cause, i don’t answer

Took too long for me to be ramped up

I don’t wanna be dead, but

I just wish he listened when i told him

It was never his fault and i ain’t roses

Let them smell the roses, he getting loaded

Like it’s the only way for us 'bout to be eroded

There’s some shit that i gotta say

Love my father, but not the mess he made

In the shadow he cast, i use as shade

With a bad bitch, with ass, baby getting paid

Yo, so i’m about to be a rolling stone

Look at it this way, atleast i’m not smoking stones

Shit, what you think going on?

Why’d you think i’m holding on

Pop into my broken home