Lyrics:
This is where the young folks are born
And the old people die
We're just tryin to get by
Tell em meet me at the crossroads
If your the good
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
climbing in my bed I want a big strong man to dive me out of my head.
I want some good good loving; I want some good good loving, give me some good old
friends with my mentor, No I.D.
And No I.D. told him
"Look, man, if you wanna mess with Kanye you gotta tell him that you like the way he rap"
I was all,
some time I'd fix the barn
Poor old girl, she needs a man down on the farm
And it's good old country comforts in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my
building
Some suits wearing ties and shit
But there's some real good-ass fucking people, man
Steve Bartels, Faisel, Jeff
Fucking Justin Duran, Dave Bell
that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
Ya nigga, y'all had my, I had my Jesus piece since '94
I don't know what I, I don't know
a morning cup of coffee
And with tender love you reach and touch my hand
And my son comes in and says good morning daddy
And I say how's daddy's little man
and after him of Jacob
She said in astonishment, Woe to me
Shall I bear a child while I am an old woman, and here is my husband an old man
Indeed, this is
bound the musket beside her
With the barrel beneath her breast
Now keep good watch and they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
"oh look for me by
I used to
This old man don't run no more
You used to talk
And I used to nod
I don't listen
But I hear a lot
Don't believe for a second
That my key
mister" they squeal, my mother, she's sick
He holds a small box, filled with bills
He fills their claws with crumpled tickets to temporary might
Agents
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
forget it (look)
I'm the man round my side of town (look, look, look, look, look)
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it (gang)
I'm a young nigga I be
This is where the young folks are born
And the old people die
We're just tryin' to get by
Tell 'em meet me at the crossroads
This is the good
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
out the trance when I heard a shot
Saw the old man cry, shit drop, by the garbage
Kid disappeared somewhere through the project
So I chased him, called
My old school's car smart than your new school
I hope it's in the Caddy
No matter what it takes, old school
Man I'm walking,
Pipper, I can't
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
You know God, I just been, you know what I'm sayin?
Doin' my regular thing, man
But, yo, I'ma get back up with you though, baby
Know what I'm
You know God, I just been, you know what I'm sayin?
Doin' my regular thing, man
But, yo, I'ma get back up with you though, baby
Know what I'm
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
Who's that knockin' on my door?
(Old man trouble)
I know you've been here before
(Old man trouble)
You called my good girl to leave home
(Old
back to the old school?
Vinyl that bitch fuck a Pro Tools
Man I been moved on she is old news
Reminiscing still thinking bout' my old crew
Man can we
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