Lyrics:
a M for i go (Count up a M for i go)
Some of this shit done got old (Some of this shit done got old)
Ima G gotta stick by the code (Stick by the code )
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight
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
that fire, got all that junk and boy 6
My old lady be the thug hoe
You niggas want to love, my old lady tattoo slug bouncin'
That ass in the club
just on an old country boy mission
Got the ladies in the kitchen Pinto's, cornbreads, and all the fixin's
Ate so much my jeans is rippin' Damn I love
us
You boys keep your distance
That old man's just telling you lies
But to all of us kids
Cowboy Bill was a hero
Just as true
As the blue texas
Bridget McGinn.
Turned Papist himself and forsook the old cause
That gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
Now, boys of the townland made some noise
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
make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do
We grow good-ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country
make him disappear."
The boy said "Come with me, Father." He
grabs his father by one hand. The father
gets the magic wand, the boy gets the
ukelele.
right by your side
Don't cry for me I'm right by your side
Fly high baby boy fly high
Fly high baby boy fly high
Don't cry for me I'm flying so high
Don't
had our friends around
All the images and sounds, super imposing to old backgrounds
We used to be clumsy, hm, lost in a thousand ways
Captivated by
[Chorus]
Then in through the winder come a poodle from Pisgah
And set herself down beside Sloan.
Old Sloan...
So that's where ya been, boy.
Hey! She's
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
boy
With a big old dick boy
Don’t fuck around and lemme play with the stick, boy
Who I’m gonna leave you for?
They not all big like you, boy
I like
I know you a bitch, lil boy
So don't even trip, lil boy
I'm just tryna get rich, lil boy
I'm just tryna hit a lick, lil boy
That thang by my hip, lil
Diamonds by 20 old
If I switch it up now guess I'll never know
Bet the gun could go blow if I prep it tho
Better pick it up now
Now
Boy better thank
to be the hip hop's savior
Grew up to Pac, M, 50, and exedra
Doing this because I was inspired by others
Bringing it Back to the old days (ya)
Bring it
I feel old man
Feel old man
I'm proud of being so calm now
I feel old man
Feel old man
I dissapoint almost everyone
I feel old man
Feel old man
Girls
Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to hold your noise
And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration
I was by hunger stressed, and in
our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
And country boy can
our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
And country boy can
rotten
A piece of my childhood it'll never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy, two hands
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