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Rolling Stone (Explicit) - Tom MacDonald
Composed by：Tom MacDonald
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 *****es
Had a threesome with some strippers
Woke up with some stitches
I know your boy is on some rockstar **** oh oh
I know I'm headed for some Cobain **** 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 man 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 *****es
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 ****ed up in the head
Lyin' in your bed sleeping while some
Pretty girl is tryna give you head
I know the boy's on his rockstar **** oh oh
I lit the whole d**n 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
Man you could've been anything yeah
And been just as sad
Rolling stone
