Papa was a rolling stone
Now i got stones on my rollie
And you wanna know
How am i rolling
Cause sh#t don’t make no sense
You just saw me glance
Working hard dirty dirty to pay rent, yeah
What are the chances
I’m shining, i’m classy to the bone
You hating, you struggling
You sulking in your corner
2+2 keep counting
Can you connect the dots?
Cause you can’t tell me what is true
From what is not
Like why i need to justify, why i dress fly
Why i need to tell you
Why i’ll blow your mind
African queens on my dolla bills
All my villains will keep it real
If you show your grills
We ain’t got no chill
If you wanna chill take a seat
By the window
Do yourself a favor
Sipping on some vino, yeah we know
How to kill you softly
With that sweet funky music
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We got the sweet funky music
Papa was a rolling stonе, now i got stones
Papa was a rolling stone, now i got stones
Papa was a rolling stonе, now i got stones
Papa was a rolling stone and i got stoned
Back in mtl city
Serving tea and coffee
I’m so sick of this sh#t
Can i pour it on me?
Can i talk to your god
Ask for me and my dreams
Line is always busy
Switched my phone company
Now my glory’s shining all right
And we do this every night
Cause i got the sweet funky music
I got the sweet funky music, yeah yeah
Oh papa was a rolling stone, now i got
Papa was a rolling stone, now i got
Papa was, papa was oh ah
Papa was a rolling stone, now i got
Papa was a rolling stone, now i got
Papa was, papa was oh
Papa was a rolling stone and i got stones now
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