Lyrics:
Once I was seven years old my momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely
Once I was seven years old
It was a big big world,
By eleven o'clock I'll be flyin' high
Ain't nothing in the world that I won't try
Jimmy got smashed, took his trousers off
Barman said, You boys have
gave her the money
Old Sloan just set there, watchin' and waggin' and wishin'.
I says, "You wait in the truck, boy."
Then I went inside. She says,
Find my
Find my, find my boy (find my boy)
Find my, find my boy (find my boy)
Find my, find my boy
Are you tall with the spot in Florence?
Are
When I was a young boy in brooklyn
Going to public school
During recess in the concrete playground
They lined us up by twos
In alphabetical order,
old man
And that's all there ever was to it.
The Crayton boys were white trash, they lived over on Parvis Creek
They were a real snake and sneaky
The Real Old Mountain Dew
Beside a hill there is a still,
Where the smoke runs up to the sky;
You ean always tell by the whiff and the smell
That
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
I should've signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' dope, boy
The Butcher comin', nigga
Should've signed to Coke Boys
But I was sellin' coke, boy
Ready to ride on my doughboy
Old boy, ain't ready when I hit em with the Rolls Royce
Oh boy, get the bread right for that po boy
By the far the most dope
The cargo ship enters the harbour
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
His boys can move girls
Furniture, white goods, chemicals
Homes for
This is my same old coat
And my same old shoes
I was the same old me
With the same old blues
Then you touched my life
Just by holding my hand
boys and girls
Just falling in love, living the life, yeah
Middle of nowhere feels about right
Keeping it old school, just the way we like
Married
Why you flexin' boy you don't want no smoke
Why you flexin' boy you don't want no smoke
Why you flexin' boy you don't want no smoke
Why you
Hey, this one for all the ladies out there
This like that old Kanye
That College Dropout Kanye
This that "New Workout" though
When you in the gym
This is my same old coat
And my same old shoes
I was the same old me
With the same old blues
And then you touched my life
Just by holding my hand
Glanced down at the case. It didn't look like the case the boy had,
or any boy would have. The Priest couldn't put his finger on what was so
old about
Take you back to a cotton field
In the heart of Louisiana
Little boy about nine years old
Sings a song in the heat of the day
Mama cried when her
Once I was seven years old my momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely
Once I was seven years old
It was a big big world,
Tora, where's my old man?
Tora, Tora, Tora, where's my old man?
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys
Tora, Tora,
I was the only one who witnessed my homecoming
So I asked myself: Brother Joseph, how've you been?
Then I met an old man who knew me as a boy
I said,
(huh), made it by myself (Playboi)
And I keep a tec, boy I keep the stare
Leave a nigga wet, boy I got the well
Grab it off the shelf (huh, Playboi,
Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night, by God! We drank till
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