(M. Jagger/K. Richards) I'm free to do what I want any old time I'm free to do what I want any old time So love me hold me love me hold me I'm free any
(M. Jagger/K. Richards) Childhood living is easy to do The things you wanted I bought them for you Graceless lady you know who I am You know I can't
summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy But what can a poor boy do Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy
(M. Jagger/K. Richards) Guess it's just another dream That's slipping away Each time that I fall asleep It seems I'm just drifting away Just as you have
(M. Jagger/K. Richards) Well, when you're sitting there In your silk upholstered chair Talking to some rich folks that you know Well I hope you won't
(Adaptation and new words by M. Jagger/K. Richards) Well, I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand, Yeah, I followed her to the station
(M. Jagger/K. Richards) Well we all need someone to lean on And if you want it, well you can lean on me Well, we all need someone we can lean on And
(M. Jagger/K. Richards) Saw you stretched out in room ten-o-nine With a smile on your face And a tear right in your eye Couldn't see to get a line on
(M. Jagger/K. Richards) Oh, Angie, Oh Angie, when will those dark clouds disappear Angie, Angie where will it lead us from here With no loving in our
(M. Jagger/K. Richards) Wading through the waste stormy winter And there's not a friend to help you through Trying to stop the waves behind your eyeballs
(M. Jagger/K. Richards) Sittin' thinkin' sinkin' drinkin' Wond'ring what I'll do when I'm through tonight Smokin' mopin' maybe just hopin' Some little
slow, where your colors roll, (Jadakiss) Yo the piff that I'm blowin' on's f-cking up the ozone, plus I keep a d-pe line similar to Cold Stone's (uh),
No one can disconnect No one can resurrect like my lover My lover makes me weak Gives me breath to speak My lover takes me home Cools the rolling stone
wit ya own blade The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg Nigga I'm sick o' them full-blown AIDS And my block got more rocks, than the stone age You
e gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone you know he's comin through with a pocket full of stones (Big
Yeah, that's right Hardy Boys shit Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up Yeah Yo, yo he got his stones from Greece
Laws we break yo' shit we'll take Murder fo them bustas and hatas it aint no escape Rogue Dawg fo life! It's the beginin of the endin fo yo ass You broke ass niggas hit the strip
Would you be disturbed To see brothers on the curb smokin' herb And cops from the third precinct rush in like a herd Chargin' up the league with possession Freeze 'em and arrest 'em Strip