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Rolling Stone Lyrics - Artist : Machine Gun Kelly
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[Earl St. Clair:] Let me tell you how the story goes See I was born to rock and roll My momma kept me close to home While my daddy was a rolling stone So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll) And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll) And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh [Machine Gun Kelly:] Who remembers tryna make a dollar out of 15 cents? Who remembers sneaking into liquor stores tryna get bent? Who remembers stealing every album out of pop's old car? And listening to those growning up tryna be a rock star Back in the days, back in the – back in the days, backpack full of Andres That's three stacks and The Chronic, no wait More like three dollars and a 2Pac tape Principal calling my dad, "Colson isn't showin' up to class Colson got into a fight, your son isn't gonna pass" Well, you're damn right, my books were in the trash I was at Sharks, playing guitar with the band, jam Pretend like we were playing for some fans Go to chance, pretendin' like we was paying some bands, ran Security caught us we, got banned, now dad's at home Drunk, waiting with heavy hands, bam So I ran away with whatever CD it was that I was gonna play Music always had my back when it's just me in the dark Fell asleep on the slide in the park, wake up! [Earl St. Clair:] Let me tell you how the story goes See I was born to rock and roll My momma kept me close to home While my daddy was a rolling stone So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll) And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll) And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh [Machine Gun Kelly:] Today I took four shots Leaned out my window and pissed on four cops Noise complaints every day, knock knock But I'm busy with four porn stars on my cock Busy damagin' hotels and gift shops Quick to shoplift, take a wrist watch Put me on a stage at a show and I mosh I done shaved so much blow that I rock Do not try this shit at home Seem like every morning my lawyer is on the phone Talkin' 'bout another fight or another case from another night With a dude backstage at a place upstate but I'm done with it My life, have fun with it; call my little brother Rook, tell him "get the drums hittin'" Tell the rest of the band to plug up, and yell to the rest of these bands to shut up! Mic check 1, 2, if you don't like me than check your IQ 'Cause I ain't dumb, my mind is just numb from all the substance inside that I've done I had to try some, be wild while I'm young, go in the strip club with all of my ones But you don't want to live my life, I'm just telling you about the highlights, Kells [Earl St. Clair:] Let me tell you how the story goes See I was born to rock and roll My momma kept me close to home While my daddy was a rolling stone So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll) And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh So I rock (so I rock) and I roll (and I roll) And I rock (and I rock) and I roll-oh-oh-oh-oh Hold on let me catch my breath Ok over here to the left Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (I like this) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (right side what's up?) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (woooooo yeah) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (y'all ready) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (come on) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeah, louda, yeah) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (yeahhhhhhh) Okay Bennett Lane , Mary Jane Eddie Cane, every lane If said it then I live it, shit I done did everything |
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