Rolling Stone

[Verse 1]
Lettuce in the blunt, fill my lungs, speak in tongues, gone like comet (comet, comet, comet)
Hailie, baby, ain't the eighties, ain't the John Hughes movie that you wanted (wanted, wanted, wanted)
Bueller Bueller Bueller, diggin', lookin', Robert Mueller, and I'm gone (gone, gone, gone)
We paired up like chromosomes, Acne denim sliding on, and I'm gone
(gone, gone)
And I'm gone
Oh, I'm gone, gone

[Hook]
I'm a rolling stone, a jagged edge
Six in the morning and let's get this fuckin' bread
And when the yeast rise, bye-bye
I'm still posted coach, ain't no Wi-Fi in the sky
Not the rock to hold when you on the ledge
I can pull you up just a bit above your head
Get your feet down, and you're on your own
I'm a rolling stone, all alone

[Verse 2]
What's dead weight to a live scale?
Who am I to tell if it's just creases off the belt, or losing pieces of myself
Measuring growth in centimeters, sellin' heat in speakers
Propane accessories, flow pain downhill into a Chesapeake of beats and never let 'em get the best of me like Dave Grohl
I've been 'bout it since a day old
Jaundice baby and I stayed gold
It's a full-time job keeping my head swiveled
And I'mma keep it ten with you, earnest
I can't be your beast of burden, yeah
And I'm gone
Oh, I'm gone, gone

[Hook]
I'm a rolling stone, a jagged edge
Six in the morning and let's get this fuckin' bread
And when the yeast rise, bye-bye
I'm still posted coach, ain't no Wi-Fi in the sky
Not the rock to hold when you on the ledge
I can pull you up just a bit above your head
Get your feet down, and you're on your own
I'm a rolling stone, all alone

[Outro]
I'm a rolling stone, a jagged edge
Six in the morning and let's get this fuckin' bread
And when the yeast rise, bye-bye
I'm still posted coach, ain't no Wi-Fi in the sky
Not the rock to hold when you on the ledge
I can pull you up just a bit above your head
Get your feet down, and you're on your own
I'm a rolling stone, all alone