Lyrics:
glory
And some I had to leave behind
My brother I'm still sorry
Soon I'll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-one
Remember life and then your
of my boys are with me,
Some are still out seeking glory
cnd some I had to leave behind,
My brother, I'm still sorry
Soon, I'll be 60 years old,
My
know that's been my main cave
For all my life
60 years
Oh yeah, 60 years
I've turned a lot of wrenches
In that garage
I sure have
But mama, I was
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
of getting locked up
But if you smoke a little weed in your free time you can go to prison man this shit just has me dumbstruck
And guess what, in Portugal
game like a motherfucker!)
True indeed, fuck it, Jihad
In the eight century Muslims conquered
Spain, Portugal and France and controlled it for 700 years
sixty-two packages of cigarettes. why are you carrying all zees into germany for? what are you doing this for?
I . . . I . . .
How long have you been livin'
crawls then they walk before you know it
There driven away
As your staring at the tail lights you can feel life passing you by
It goes zero to sixty in
the other night
In the middle of the set I thought man this is loud
I don’t remember feeling so uncomfortable during a set like that
Everyone around me was
disappear from the stage
Replaced by a smaller man in his mid-30s
He also appeared to be an exec
"It's time for the TGIF Annual Secret Santa Exchange" he
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
with the ageist bigotry!
Today I declare the age of - Age Fluidity!
"Oi, did you hear about the 60 year old
Who self-identified as a 6 year old
Enrolled
of Kentucky and best of all
He was a sixty year old man
She let him think he'd caught her
She led him to the alter
Totin' seven carats on her hand
All dressed
I
Hope everybody listening to this
Has a very happy time at
Christmas and has a good
Fortunate, lucky New Year and a good
Time to be had by all
Three hundred sixty five days in a year
Every day I just keep switching my gear
Pull up on your ass in a old leer
Walk up in there shining like
years now, woke up with my ears down
To a weird sound that appears to be the stream that y'all found to be ill bound
But I still found it to be bland with
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
But you threw em all away
I gave you one thousand, four hundred sixty-one days
I gave you four years of chances
To try to be your wife
I cleaned
Yeah, Hypnotize Minds, Jesus wins
Three 6 Mafia, Lyfe Jennings, goin' down
Life is beautiful man
But niggas don't respect niggas, you know what
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs
Well, I left Kentucky back in '49
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillac's
Every
on the tv
And the rest of our kids well they're all busy
Damn time has flew by
I can't believe the time
Twenty sixty eight man when I say it it just sounds
Turn your block more smokey than Jamaican nigga's nights
Are they racist, fam? Tryna be funny? Or tryna relate to man?
Sixty-year-old businessman,
Broncos no more
It makes me sad my old man just hit sixty-four
Years ago his home was the wild rodeos
But his scars are the only trophies that he's got
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