Rolling Stone from Project Muse by Andrew Jackson

You move like you suppose to known yet anti social, paint it black, Pearl the dutch I cracked let it roast you, paint it black, when we chilling we max, blowing purple; paint it black, you know we rolling stone blowing circles....

Blow in the darkness, it makes my mind calmer exhaling scamma; Kief on the ganja sleek skin in your pajamas, translucent blue clouds across the bluemoon moving, mind on endless green schemes while blowing boom in, were angles in heaven escape from hell,(pause)excelled until we ascended(pause)

she’s fearful of magic and curse the lord each time that I stab it, my mental a magnet for cabbage, plus she hold it down, black wrapped around her profile, hate crowds, drama back and forth, the in and outs (pause) I figured out, loyalty it large, all my dogs are st. Bernard‘s defied the odds to spread my name across the stars, the goddess read my palms, said my blessings needed eight arms,(pause) curse upon those who wish harm, we exploded in laughter, blessed with the jewels I gathered, twisted up the lavender with a dab of the abr-rah-kha-DAB-Rah YEAAAAA

You move like you suppose to known yet anti social, paint it black, Pearl the dutch I cracked let it roast you, paint it black, when we chilling we max, blowing purple; paint it black, you know we rolling stone blowing circles....


Never take you for granted, prolly take you to the Atlantic, on the stairway to heaven since your closest to the perfection. Thats on the God, I’m stuck in your awe and deep talks(pause) you remind me, why no other goddess could stand beside me, eye me like you wan grind me while we blow tree,
secluded low key, my dreams are 5D, (pause) I rock a suit like Im in the mafie, photo shoot on the The roof like we mobb deep, quite naturally love the fact that you g, classiness in key, you remind me of my jeep, wrapped in black, your heels your wheels and box that beats

You move like you suppose to known yet anti social, paint it black, Pearl the dutch I cracked let it roast you, paint it black, when we chilling we max, blowing purple; paint it black, you know we rolling stone blowing circles....

• 90s
• CLASSIC ERA
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• R'n'B
• Rap
• grungehop
• jazzy
• Chestertown