Letras:
Rolling Stones Just Want To See His Face

and talk about Jesus, You just want to see his face. You don't want to walk and talk about Jesus, You just want to see his face.

and talk about Jesus, You just want to see his face. You don't want to walk and talk about Jesus, You just want to see his face.

and talk about Jesus, You just want to see his face. You don't want to walk and talk about Jesus, You just want to see his face.

and talk about Jesus, You just want to see his face. You don't want to walk and talk about Jesus, You just want to see his face.

blues for you And I've got the blues for you And I've got burned up for you And I'll tear my hair out I'm gonna tear my hair out just for you If you don

new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones Projects ringin standing by the cornerstore Two glock on me, bang bang its the wanted war

fifty See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin top blown off It's fifty, man that wasn't fifty Don't holla my name You shouldn't throw stones if you live

Just a stranger on the bus Trying to make His way home Just tryin? to make his way home Like a holy rolling stone Back up to Heaven all alone Just tryin? to make his

bus Trying to make His way home Just tryin' to make his way home Like a holy rolling stone Back up to Heaven all alone Just tryin' to make his way home