Текст песни A Rolling Stone - OnCue

Yeah, they say I look like my father
I say, I look like me, mother fucker
They asked me, son, why bother?
It′s been done even back when you
Was just around playing cops and robbers
There's way too many skeletons hiding in your parents closet
For you to conquer you need to stop it
Sit by on the 15? 23
My momma,???
With a fiend
I will later grow a money tree
I won′t drain, even though the water under me
Can't take blame for what's in my brain
I can′t maintain there′s blood in my veins
Can't maintain, shit ain′t the same
Times have been hard, i mean harder than they came
Yeah, if this how it's supposed to be
Didn′t even notice, now they notice me
God damn, you still working at the grocery?
Remember the smell so well, no potpourri
Don't say I′m just like him
Not even, he just like me
Cause i won't pay for his sins
See the only thing in common is we both got pipe dreams

They say, they say
Apples don't fall far from the tree
And i say, i say
I′d rather be six feet deep
And they say, they say
They see him in me
And i say, i say
Well, i′d rather be

A rolling, a rolling stone
A rolling, a rolling stone
I'd rather be, i′d rather be
Just a rolling stone, just a rolling stone

I spark J's just like my peers, but
All the years brought out my fears, and
So at least become all so clear
Cause all the dark days gave me bright ideas, yeah
Oh, there goes George′ son
He's placed bets?, ′bout to quincy run
Ain't no way I held that prick second to none
His pops' inhale that rock, he prolly lost a lung
And mom and brothers keep up
If i always hit them with the message at the beep
Cause, i don′t answer
Took too long for me to be ramped up
I don′t wanna be dead, but
I just wish he listened when i told him
It was never his fault and i ain't roses
Let them smell the roses, he getting loaded
Like it′s the only way for us 'bout to be eroded
There′s some shit that i gotta say
Love my father, but not the mess he made
In the shadow he cast, i use as shade
With a bad bitch, with ass, baby getting paid
Yo, so i'm about to be a rolling stone
Look at it this way, atleast i′m not smoking stones
Shit, what you think going on?
Why'd you think i'm holding on
Pop into my broken home