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The Rolling Stones Family

gonna happen When he's finally realized That he can't play his guitar like E.G. Jim Or write St. Augustine if he tried What exactly is gonna happen When the family

gonna happen When he's finally realized That he can't play his guitar like E.G. Jim Or write St. Augustine if he tried What exactly is gonna happen When the family

gonna happen When he's finally realized That he can't play his guitar like E.G. Jim Or write St. Augustine if he tried What exactly is gonna happen When the family

it apart We turned the street hustle into an art That would quickly change life forever for us No more riding bikes or catching the bus We on the roll

the bed with his girlfriend kids And I'm scared to tell my momma cause I might not live I guess that you can say that Poppa was a Rolling Stone But me

Rockin, heavenly hype and ? ? steadily When I come in to rock'n'roll, I'm sure you will agree That I got a hype type of style a family But diggy doc gave

Register, One Way Or The Other I Can Promise You This, Juggalo Or Not Our Fuckin' Record's The Shit, And I Don't Give A Fuck What Rolling Stone Ends

weed) I'm in the zone, do anybody got a zone? I ain't your poppa, but Daddy is a Rolling Stone Youse a clone, who don't know the shit you on Unless it

? Better break it [unverified], get ready to go On this mission for the land and I'm murder 'em all Roll, to try to save out souls Sticks and stones