Machine Gun Kelly, Earl St. Clair - Rolling Stone lyrics

(Amplifier static)
(Drum sticks hitting each other) 1, 2, 3, 4

Let me tell you how the story goes
See I was born to rock and roll
My momma kept me close to home
While my daddy was a rolling stone
So I rock (So I rock) and I roll (And I roll)
And I rock
(And I rock) and I roll oh oh oh oh
So I rock (So I rock) and I roll (And I roll)
And I rock
(And I rock) and I roll oh oh oh oh

Who remembers tryna make a dollar
Out of 15 cents?
Who remembers sneaking into liquor
Stores tryna get bent?
Who remembers stealing every album out
Of pop's old car?
And listening to those growning up
Tryna be a rock star back in the days
Back in the Back in the days
Backpack full of Andrés
That's three stacks and The Chronic, no wait
More like three dollars and a 2Pac tape
Principal calling my dad
"Colson isn't showin' up to class
Colson got into a fight
Your son isn't gonna pass"
Well, you're damn right
My books were in the trash
I was at Sharks, playing
Guitar with the band, jam
Pretend like we were playing for some fans
Go to chance, pretendin' like we
Was paying some bands, ran
Security caught us we, got banned
Now dad's at home
Drunk, waiting with heavy hands, bam (Bam)
So I ran away with whatever CD it
Was that I was gonna play
Music always had my back when it's
Just me in the dark
Fell asleep on the slide in the park
Wake up!

Let me tell you how the story goes
See I was born to rock and roll
My momma kept me close to home
While my daddy was a rolling stone
So I rock (So I rock) and I roll (And I roll)
And I rock
(And I rock) and I roll oh oh oh oh
So I rock (So I rock) and I roll (And I roll)
And I rock
(And I rock) and I roll oh oh oh oh

Today I took four shots
Leaned out my window and pissed on four cops
Noise complaints every day, knock knock
But I'm busy with four porn stars on my cock
Busy damagin' hotels and gift shops
Quick to shoplift, take a wrist watch
Put me on a stage at a show and I mosh
I done shaved so much blow that I rock
(I rock) do not try this shit at home
Seem like every morning my lawyer
Is on the phone
Talkin' 'bout another fight or another
Case from another night
With a dude backstage at a place
Upstate but I'm done with it my life
Have fun with it call my little brother Rook
Tell him "Get the drums hittin'"
Tell the rest of the band to plug up
And yell to the rest of
These bands to shut up!
Uh uh, mic check 1, 2
If you don't like me than check your IQ
'Cause I ain't dumb
My mind is just numb from all
The substance inside that I've done
I had to try some, be wild while I'm young
Go in the strip club with all of my ones
But you don't want to live my life
I'm just telling you about the highlights
Kells

Let me tell you how the story goes
See I was born to rock and roll
My momma kept me close to home
While my daddy was a rolling stone
So I rock (So I rock) and I roll (And I roll)
And I rock
(And I rock) and I roll oh oh oh oh
So I rock (So I rock) and I roll (And I roll)
And I rock
(And I rock) and I roll oh oh oh oh

Hold on, let me catch my breath
Okay, over here to the left, come on
Oh oh oh oh oh (Haha, I like this)
Oh oh oh oh oh (Right side what's up?)
Oh oh oh oh oh (Woooh, yeah)
Oh oh oh oh oh (Y'all ready)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (Come on)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
(yeah, louda, yeah, oh)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (Yeeeeah)

Okay bennett Lane, Mary Jane, Eddie Cane
Every lane if said it then I live it
Shit I done did everything
Bennett Lane, Mary Jane, Eddie Cane
Every lane if said it then I live it
Shit I done did everything