Lyrics:
yourself
Speaking bad on my name used me to call for help
Niggas old news like some dust on the shelf
Eating veggies drinking water cuz it's good for my
Found my love by the gaswork croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I heard
news, old news, old news, old news
Just another day in the haze with my whole crew
We got old news, yeah
Old news, old news, old news, old news
City in
through to me
The only thing I need
To survive another gloomy day
Survive your own lies on your time
Blue skies will fly by, it's alright
I can't advocate
to my soul
To contemplate my own true self
And keep me young as I grow old
The beauty of the days gone by
The music that we used to play
So lift
friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you somethin':
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good friends
mass in the honky tonk badonk
Move that body
Let me put you on to sum
Good times got me feeling like this
Red cheeks glowing the beaming sun kissed
in the honky tonk badonk
Move that body
Let me put you on to sum
Good times got me feeling like this
Red cheeks glowing the beaming sun kissed
Take
out of this wreck that I call my life
c highway star with my old guitar
Somewhere lost in the night
Don't look back or ahead
Take it day by day
Live
horns comin' outta his head
And a basket on his back was full of little kids
Trapped inside by a wicker lid
I said what the hell man, let those kids go
all kinds of sins and evil deeds, and
By performing all kinds of righteous good deeds
And Joseph's brothers came, and when they entered,
He recognized
cuts man-power by fifteen
Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say
You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day
And it's good old
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
to the farm we’re dear old friends of Lee
CHICKENS IN THE COOP, tractors in the field
THESE WILD TREES were used to build the old red walls
----
UNDERNEATH
old tractor
In my small wonder filled hands
As together we rode gallantly
Across his precious land
There was always time for a story line
When
Rowena, Rowena, walking barefoot on the desert floor
I'm working my father's tractor Rowena walk by some more
She looks over her shoulder and she
sticks and mud
Just a bunch a red necks, cows chewin cud and broke down tractors
I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else
Bein out here is good for my health
with a grin
And says make yourself feel right at home
Old men sit at a booth telling tall tales and stretching the truth
Bragging how bad the good ol'
Ghana enwe top people nh emesife ike ka bill gate
Thank God we Dey elevate
Boi I don’t give a damn if u animate
On very good day Ghana cartel go celebrate
and a good time gone too soon
Seems more and more each day my bad lucks been in full bloom
Although, there's a place I know
Where dreams don't die and only
back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
Ever had one of them days wish would've stayed home
Run into a group of niggas who
What the fuck y'all niggas, ah"
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good
good (Yeah)
One day I’mma be fine (Ahh)
One day I’mma take the world by storm (Yeah)
One day I know I’m gone shine (That’s right)
One day I know I’m gone
wish you were still next to me
Riding on our bicycles through the endless aimless days
You filled my soul with laughter with that smile upon your face
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