forget about everything But you know he'll always keep movin' You know he's never gonna stop movin' 'Cause he's rollin', he's the rolling stone And
Fanfare For The Common Man Written by Aaron Copland Lead vocals by James Young another new day takes up on you a fanfare wakes the land the naked lives
she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold The Kid he gasps Goddamn it bitch there's nothin' left to roll Nothin left to roll screams Pearl
length how a day turned a year And the years rolled along till nobody was near Broken before the One who understands That it's hard to let go of familiar land
When I say funk session, i ain't talking about George Clinton I love that nigger though I ain't talking about James Brown and Sly Stone I'm not talking
an eye FULL Hear them drums? Battle sounds! See that land? Battle grounds! See the men? Battle rounds! Hear me now, man down! Bows UP, clear the section, roll
and forget about everything but you knwo he'll always keep moving you know he's never gonna stop moving cause he's rolling, he's the rolling stones
. And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold The Kid he gasps, "Goddamn it, bitch, there's nothin' left to roll!" "Nothin' left to roll
the blues So I bought me a ticket I caught a plane to Spain Went to a party down a red dirt road There were lots of pretty people there Reading Rolling Stone
you know? What did you care? Another token tantrum to cover up the fear. What did you know? What did you care? Another institution, another cross to
[Layzie] It's all because of brew I'm feelin fresh and new I bless a forty a day So now I never have to have another sober day When blessin' 40's I'm
, creep or roll Put some pressure on these hoes that, yo They pose as foes, gotta let 'em know Got a nation of my niggas out to back me Got another nation
the Rolling Stones I thought, "that's it, I'll get a band, I'm leaving home, I'm out on the road." The motorways all over this land (The road) Far away
you hear me and be Huh, I'm that bomb when that hand right Play me for a stepping stone then, I land mine Now walk to it with your land mind I can make
"And can no hood fuck with gangsta shit" --- [Tray Deee] [Intro/Chorus - x4] Stone cold baby Stone cold baby Stone cold baby As cold as can be Hey
away or stretched out in a Hearse This fucking reality is too compressed to burst So I run, run, run, a rolling stone gathers no moss There?s no way that
DJ....Premier... (Fred Durst) Uh uh uh Who could be the boss? Look up to the cross Stranded in the land of the lost Standin up I'm sideways I'm