Rolling Stone

(albüm: See You Tomorrow - 2015)

Fill the ashtray up with blunts all weekend
I fill my bathtub up with ice and tequila
Fill the whole crib up with cigarettes and bitches
Had a threesome with some strippers, woke up with some stitches
I know your boy is on some rock star shit, oh, oh
I know I'm headed for some Cobain shit, oh, oh

Rolling stone
With grades like that man, you could've been an astronaut
And been just as high
Rolling stone
With a home like that you could've been anything
Yeah, but you chose this life

Couple weeks out on the road and you begin to feel different
You're in Paris, then in London and then in Berlin with some bitches
Then you make it back to LA and you do not know the difference
And you fly back into the Canada and drink because depression got you fucked up in the head
Lying in your bed, sleeping while some pretty girl is tryna give you head
I know the boy's on his rock star shit, oh, oh
I lit the whole damn club up on a Sunday afternoon
And on Monday morning, got a hotel room
And on Monday evening, man I waited till the crew came
And the very next night, had the club going up on a Tuesday

Rolling stone
With grades like that man, you could've been an astronaut
And been just as high
Rolling stone
With a home like that you could've been anything
Yeah, but you chose this life
Rolling stone
With a face like that boy, you could've been president
Yeah, but you're just as bad
Rolling stone
With a heart like that you could've been anything, yeah
And been just as sad
Rolling stone