Roger Stoned by The Marvelous Outsiders Lyrics

[Introduction: Ryan Art]
It's like that y'all
It's just rap y'all
Except, nah, every story has a past y'all

[Chorus: Steff Neff]
Sometimes I feel alone inside
I wish I Roger Stoned my life
Oh...
Oh...
Whether you toed the line, or told some lies
Either way it’s rollin' dice
Oh...
Oh...
Sometimes (Yeah...) I feel alone inside, (Must be nice to be like Ted Cruz...)
I, wish I Roger Stoned my life
Oh... (You know, fake and super shitty, probably not even like human...)
Oh... (But still able to make it as far as he did...)
Took the easy way to feel alive, (it's really inspirational...)
Yet, somehow still be dead inside
Woah, (So like, shout out to Ted Cruz.)
Woah. (Fuck Ted Cruz.)
[Verse One: Ryan Art]
Just took an Uber out Guantanamo
It pays to have friends in high places, yell, Geronimo!
Ask Stone, ask Gaetz
Ask Boente and Trump, what happened to Sally Yates?

I’m sick and tired of America being sick and tired
It’s been a minute, but we’re dealing with a different virus
Whether you see unrest and violence
Or protests on silence
It’s telling the sides of the aisle are quiet

It ain’t a two side dichotomy
On how to best kickstart the economy
It’s seconds of time, so now think of why
I can’t look you in the eyes
If you wanna decide
Who’s worth trading lives
To prop up the picture
Across a greater divide
It’s crazed in the mind
If you ask us
It’s not a difference of facts or compassion
But a difference in acts of disaster

[Chorus: Steff Neff]
Sometimes I feel alone inside
I wish I Roger Stoned my life
Oh...
Oh...
Whether you toed the line, or told some lies
Either way it’s rollin' dice
Oh... (Yeah)
(Watch out for them snake eyes.)
Oh...
(Yeah)
Sometimes I feel alone inside, (Did you know, uh...)
I wish I Roger Stoned my life
Oh... (While in the Senate, Mitch McConnell and his, uh, wife...)
Oh... (Like... their, their income, their, their value went from, like...)
Took the easy way to feel alive
Yet, somehow still be dead inside. (What, like three million to like fifty million...)
Woah
(Ain't that fucked up?)
Woah
[Verse 2: Ryan Art]
And if you ask us, it’s a generational cash problem
By design
If it’s not your fault, why’s it mine?
The vultures fly above us, (Caw!) not side by side
If you can't trust ya neighbor, where will you hide?

Look It might take some work, but we got the grind
Just raise your voice, when comes the time
And raise your fist, if needs arise
Find your dumbest senator and hit their line--

'Til that hotline bling, (You have the reached the office of...)
You only have to say one thing (Lindsey Graham, He's not...)

--We need some voting rights now, right now
As a citizen, I want my vote to count
We need less weight at the White House, ha
Like, no one man should have all that power

Don’t get me started; Kanye ain’t fine
But now ain’t the time
He needs to shut his ass up and let us unite
Maybe next time--

I miss the old Kanye
The still need my gold Kanye
The hungry and soul Kanye--
Shhhhhh
[Verse Three: Steff Neff]
It takes a stronger man to fold his hand
Than to bluff with a fist full of clubs
(Know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em.)

Unless you've got a Trump card up your sleeve, and a big pile of green, then go ahead and lie through your teeth

A fat stack of Virgils, and you get to play by a different set of rules--
(Cash rules everything around me.)

Because dignity is cheap, and only diamonds are forever, forever, forever

Sometimes I feel alone inside
I, wish I Roger Stoned my life
Oh...
Oh...