high When I'm lonely bring my woman And set her right down here by my side Well you know there shouldn't be no law for people that wanna smoke a little
, a Man walked down by Galilee So the Holy Book does say And a great multitude was gathered there Without a thing to eat for days Up stepped a little
a man walked down by Galilee so the Holy Book does say And a great multitude was gathered there without a thing to eat for days Up stepped a little
a man walked down by Galilee So the holy book does say And a great multitude was gathered there Without a thing to eat for days Up stepped a little
tiny little stone Waiting there, for someone to take you home By itself, it's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring In a little
hell was earth that stale Stone chicken eggs, hit 'em in the mud that they lay When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade The stone age, the origin
junior high sipping on some gin with my so-called friends in the cut just gettin high I wanted to liss so I passed my dip cause a nigga wanna drive by
'll do anything I've done a little bit of it all Mom how your son is known to ball I put 22's on everything I call The Jag, the Bentley, Rolls-Royce,
Little man, big man who came first? What is the measure of our worth? If there was a storm rolled in Who'd run inside? Who'd go walking? Little man,
a little south, so it's on now Do what you gotta when you broke man If you get a verse, get the whole thang How we get here, see we drove man Rollin in
worse than that For he's ground him between two stones And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl And he's brandy in the glass And little Sir John and
folks do well enough leavin' well enough alone But that was never true for me and you Livin' like the characters in "Like a Rolling Stone" Confirming
lucky Loves a two way street, you got hit by the bus Don't break your heart or you'll end up like us So you got dumped Don't feel ashamed We got a little
takin' It's place inside of my brain held down by chains And I can't escape my evil way Everyday seems to get a little bit more strange To the point
-dank Hold on tight it will hit you like a tank The devil nodded off Because he knew that he was stoned And he asked if he could by an ounce Of the stuff
by the light, revved up like a deuce, runner in the night Blinded by the light, revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the
right by them, work a little in your dreams Don't let time rob you, hold onto your memories In the glass houses, in the pages of the Rolling Stone I