He's a rolling stone, he's a rolling stone Long as the wind blows, I'll be long gone He's a rolling stone, he's a rolling stone Traveled many miles and roads and still can't find my, my home I remember being a kid, I just wanted to travel On my bed writing raps, thinking bout daddy Was in my cell writing raps, regretting my exes Like if I make it out this shit, I'm going straight to Cali It's like I know my mama love him, but I still hate him Living life like a runaway and it's six years later I said it, they know I don't regret it I just woke up in my tour bus, I don't know where I'm headed I've been out here on my own since I turned eighteen Packed my bags, hit the road, left to chase my dream Loved living in the A when people knew me barely Then my dream came alive and shit got very scary I got so much in love for Houston like it raised me Me and sauce in a Maybach getting faded This don't feel right, nah, this shit feel crazy Touching on my pipe, don't even feel like I made it I know I'm famous, that was before I was famous I traveled across the nation, don't matter what state we in People stop and staring, looking at us like aliens I want this time in Carolina, this time in Tennessee Instead of heaven for a G, where can I go to get some peace? I want to settle with my kids by a crib by the beach No more perks to ease the pain and no more drain to go to sleep He's a rolling stone, he's a rolling stone Long as the wind blows, I'll be long gone He's a rolling stone, he's a rolling stone Traveled many miles and roads and still can't find my, my home Yeah, yeah, my, my home Life of a rolling stone, life of a rolling stone *