[Verse] Eyeliner smeared, I’m a ghost to the throng, Heartstrings picked out to a six-string song. Mix of heartbreak, trap claps, banjos strumming, Torn jeans, stitched dreams, see the storm coming. [Chorus] On the cover of the Rolling Stone, My life’s etched in ink and bone. Ain’t no mansion, just a trailer I own, But they put my face on the Rolling Stone. [Verse 2] Whiskey breath, tattooed regrets; Love’s a card game, I lost the bet. Cowboy boots tip-toe through the dirt, Trap beats bang while the past still hurts. [Bridge] Cursive scars, words I etch on my soul, Broken records spinning out of control. Fame ain’t the fix for the pain I’ve shown, But still, they slapped me on Rolling Stone. [Chorus] On the cover of the Rolling Stone, My life’s etched in ink and bone. Ain’t no mansion, just a trailer I own, But they put my face on the Rolling Stone. [Verse 3] Smoke-stained lungs sing a sinner’s hymn, Dirt roads call where the lights grow dim. Angels wept when I sold my sins, Trap drum echoes where the story begins.
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