Rolling Stone

He don't talk to nobody rather grab a bottle instead

Drinking all nite turns to tossing n turning in bed

His body needs rest but his mind can't get no sleep

His mind he wants love but his heart is tha missing piece

So Pour me up some more at tha fork in the road I don't know where to go

My hearts all alone my mind still roaming I rather be on my own

My house not a home I'm lost in the cold so I go where tha wind blow

I get gone where I lay my hat is my home I'm just a rolling stone

I can't control it my hearts broken I know it ain't ur fault