Mobile Home (Demo) Jelly Roll
"Mobile Home (Demo)" by Jelly Roll, released in 2021, is a #HipHop ballad reflecting on struggles, resilience, and the longing for a better life. The lyrics convey themes of personal hardship and hope, emphasizing the desire for stability. Its raw, emotional delivery and relatable storytelling resonate deeply with listeners, showcasing Jelly Roll's unique blend of rap and country influences.
[Verse 1]
I've been smoking and I ain't coming down
No, my feet won't touch the ground and I can't help it
I seen hopeless, I rather be lost and never found
Ain't no tellin' where I'm heading now and I accept it
[Chorus]
Mama smoke like Willie in the back of a mobile home
On the road again, papa lives like a rollin' stone
I just plant my seed, sit back and watch 'em grow
Take all my problems, I roll 'em up and smoke
[Verse 2]
I like the whiskey, tequila when it's cold
I can feel it in my soul when I tie one off
My doctor tells me if I wanna grow great and old
I'ma have to let these vices go but I don't know
[Chorus]
Mama smoke like Willie in the back of a mobile home
On the road again, papa lives like a rollin' stone
I just plant my seed, sit back and watch 'em grow
Take all my problems, I roll 'em up and smoke
[Bridge]
There's a single wide trailer, mama sittin' at the table
Watching basic cable with the cigarette lit
All the hell that we been raising
And the trails that we been blazing
To be this lucky that don't make no sense
I've been smoking and I ain't coming down
No, my feet won't touch the ground and I can't help it
I seen hopeless, I rather be lost and never found
Ain't no tellin' where I'm heading now and I accept it
[Chorus]
Mama smoke like Willie in the back of a mobile home
On the road again, papa lives like a rollin' stone
I just plant my seed, sit back and watch 'em grow
Take all my problems, I roll 'em up and smoke
[Verse 2]
I like the whiskey, tequila when it's cold
I can feel it in my soul when I tie one off
My doctor tells me if I wanna grow great and old
I'ma have to let these vices go but I don't know
[Chorus]
Mama smoke like Willie in the back of a mobile home
On the road again, papa lives like a rollin' stone
I just plant my seed, sit back and watch 'em grow
Take all my problems, I roll 'em up and smoke
[Bridge]
There's a single wide trailer, mama sittin' at the table
Watching basic cable with the cigarette lit
All the hell that we been raising
And the trails that we been blazing
To be this lucky that don't make no sense
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