You're readin' the cover of a pseudo paperback Displays about writers, Chaucer to Steinbeck You're lookin' tired babe, sittin' there on the side You're lookin' tired
翻訳: ローリングストーンズ. 疲れたお.
so tired of living a dream For some other day I'm gonna take the Stone of Sisyphus I'm gonna roll it back to you Wall of stone around the two of us
Or shots from the roof duke will circle round your body Like hoola-hoops Mami told me son, hold your own And one day your gone grow to be a rolling stone
Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the sun But mama, that's where the fun is Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher
don't get betta, niggaz don't get cheddar Like that fella in the yellow, purple label silk sweater The stones keep glowin' on my wrist like whoa And she can't stop lookin
was that?" Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire 17 inch momos black magic on his tires Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones
till the day that I die [Verse 4: Trae] Say lil'momma what you waitin on - actin like you don't know no better You say you tired of that shit, then roll
late phone calls Wheat paste and concrete walls Go too far, live too long Time's too short, right and wrong Block after block Block after block Roll down gates look
just keep rolling along, rolling along Oh, the future is a wind that keeps on breaking So hold my hand, let's dive in, into the blue I look at you, I look
Doin' thirty-five, smokin' fire, makin' a right I'm doin' thirty now, riskin' my life Both clients on my cell phone, typin' on my two-way Rollin a blunt, still drivin', lookin
offers no solutions, Quotes from Mao or Stalin, Hitler or Marx Simply confirms the oppression. I'm tired of political experts, Tired of 'if onlys'. They
hotties seen me in that four door ridey Double pipes like a sawed off shotty, nigga (IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?) [Verse 4 - Joe Budden] Look, I flow sickly, ridin, bumpin old Biggie Roll
Ha, hey ma! Look your child's grown And I built somethin, Flipmode is touchin down stone Look you shouldn't have no fear And now we bringin the streets back, look
told me not to look into the eye's of the sun But mama, that's where the fun is Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from
skivor ska brytas! Rikky rock 'n' roller Rikky rock'n' roller Now that you're the headline Dum dum dum dum dum-ee-doo-aa Rikky rock'n' roller Don't it
wandering, I've seen Greece and Rome Lost in the wilderness, so far from home Yeah, yeah I've been to Africa, looking for my soul And I feel like an actor looking
severed Found your body in the desert (Scavenger's dessert) Yeah yeah I rap tight like Saran Plus enter battles talkin shit like "Look mom, no hands!" I'm tired
