
Rolling Stone Ollie
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[Chorus]
Maybe I'm just a rollin' stone
Since nineteen, I've been far from home
I got friends, still I walk alone
No, I can't settle, I'm good as gone
I'm good as gone
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I guess growin' up in a small town
Has led me to be focused on these big dreams
I been this way since sixteen
Scuffed Vans and some ripped jeans
In the back seat of my friend's Honda Civic
Spittin' sixteen's, like damn, my life was blessed
But as the story goes, I'm sure that you could guess
My world became a mess, I always felt like less
As if I have to reach a destination, just to find some rest
I believe they call that "stressful"
A twenty-something young man
The world at my fingertips, just kept revisin' my plan
Could never pull the trigger, fell into a sunken place
For anybody wonderin', let that explain my drunken states
I called that era "lost", as I proceeded to drop outta college quick
Everyone from high school gettin' new jobs and scholarships
Can see 'em start to wonder, but my poker face was stoic
Like, "I'll show 'em when I'm famous"
Havin' too many pointless conversations
I flew home from LA, I got tripped up, hit the pavement
I was livin' fast, young with money and frustration
Choices, they were flawed, how could they not
Looked inside the mirror, in my eyes, they were shot
I was stuck in this facade
And now, I'm prayin' up to God, like
Maybe I'm just a rollin' stone
Since nineteen, I've been far from home
I got friends, still I walk alone
No, I can't settle, I'm good as gone
I'm good as gone
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I guess growin' up in a small town
Has led me to be focused on these big dreams
I been this way since sixteen
Scuffed Vans and some ripped jeans
In the back seat of my friend's Honda Civic
Spittin' sixteen's, like damn, my life was blessed
But as the story goes, I'm sure that you could guess
My world became a mess, I always felt like less
As if I have to reach a destination, just to find some rest
I believe they call that "stressful"
A twenty-something young man
The world at my fingertips, just kept revisin' my plan
Could never pull the trigger, fell into a sunken place
For anybody wonderin', let that explain my drunken states
I called that era "lost", as I proceeded to drop outta college quick
Everyone from high school gettin' new jobs and scholarships
Can see 'em start to wonder, but my poker face was stoic
Like, "I'll show 'em when I'm famous"
Havin' too many pointless conversations
I flew home from LA, I got tripped up, hit the pavement
I was livin' fast, young with money and frustration
Choices, they were flawed, how could they not
Looked inside the mirror, in my eyes, they were shot
I was stuck in this facade
And now, I'm prayin' up to God, like
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