Rolling Stone Songtext
von Tropidelic

Always been more than one drop
Spent 26 nights in a truck stop
Cause I′ve never been the type that punch clocks
Took my whole damn life in a lunchbox
Been good times and tough talk
Hard lines and mugshots
But a new achievement's unlocked
With the beats that make your trunk rock
Ain′t so bad as a nomad
Til you gotta go back home with your broke ass
When you gotta mow grass cause you got no cash
Even though you just played shows that were sold packed
Won't break till I hear that bone snap
Won't stop till I′m as dope as
George Jones, Vasquez, or Rolling Stone, Topaz

Rolling, roll that stone
If you don′t have one, you're always home
Rolling, lonesome road
If you don′t have one, you're always home


No home when I go home
Ain′t got a place to call my own
So I just lay low, kids with halos
Let me crash when I'm low on pesos
They know that it all gonna come right back
Pull a rabbit from the hat, yeah poof like that
Our cup runneth over
So now every time we look back we can′t help but to laugh
Been at it for years, been all over the map
The growth exponential, yeah you do the math
I'm humbled by all of the people who open their homes
To a vagabond holding his breath
So thank you
We keep it moving so it's time to hit the road
But y′all the only reason that I′m even coming home
I'm a

Rolling, roll that stone
If you don′t have one, you're always home
Rolling, lonesome road
If you don′t have one, you're always home


No rest for the weary, clearly
That′s why I'm on the road every other day yearly
Because staying home works less than my hearing
We drive all night like Golden Earring
Learning but it's burning, searing
Humbled by that earnest feeling
Turning but there′s no one steering
But I have no other way of dealing
I′m sorry that I missed your birthday
Please don't take it personally
Wanna be home in the worst way
But it′s all in the workday
Can't wait till I hit that warm bed
And catch a cold shower when the tour ends
And get a backrub from my girlfriend
But it′s a long way home from Portland

Rolling, roll that stone
If you don't have one, you′re always home
Rolling, lonesome road
If you don't have one, you're always home