Lyrics:
not even 'posed to be ('posed to be), yeah
I remember she ain't even notice me (notice me), yeah
Why I'm trippin'? She ain't even old as me (huh)
Her
My man's gone now
Ain't no use a listenin'
For his tired footsteps
Climbin' up the stairs
Oh, oh
Old man sorrows
Come to keep me company
goes on until I'm old and gray
When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this goes on until I'm old and gray
There was a rich man, a poor man
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
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
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
that I was born from a star
Well I need to be humble show my scars
I'll do it when I can
One day I'll grow old
I got what I need
I got people by me
By myself
By my only
By myself
By my only
It's been a minute man I been knocking at this door
We finna kick it in
Whippin that audio dope
I got them
Oney standin' over me
Today when that old whistle blows
I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire
The superintendent just dropped by
And said
Let me get the faster track
Let me find the better way that's going back
No you can't go back
I can see the old man on the other side
I won't be
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
Yeah
She says she likes the old me, not the real me
She says she wants to know me
The old me
Baby I'm not the one, yeah, let's be honest (Yeah aye)
advise me I be pastor?
E di di E di di E di di tana
You're wishing that I'll be a governor
Anana Anana Anana Anana
As you don see holy man seat
old)
Ima G gotta stick by the code
Ya’ll might know a lotta shit but ya’ll n****s don’t know me (Ya’ll n****s don’t know me)
All that shit you be talking
anymore
Phazed, phazed by the storm
I can't take anymore
Old man, the day you came to see me
You gave me more than just a vision
It was a passion, my heavy
out the old man's fantasy of being number one
Daddy used to tell me, "Son, you'll never kiss ass"
I'm the last of the American Son and it's such a, such
keep me out of your head like a jingle
Washed by the blood hope you ain't squeamish
I'm different
I stand out cause I'm holy
I'm set apart from the old
praying asking God to hedge fasho
Man doesn't live by bread alone
Focused on what his Word said, uh huh
Salvation coming that's close
Tryna see what's
along to Skynyrd on 11?
Yeah, tell Saint Pete
To save me a seat
On the tailgates of heaven
On the tailgates of heaven
I stopped by old man
smooth and calm and shit was like"
"Where's my bone, nigga?"
"Yo man, yo I'm doin' it God, I'm doin' it, man
I'm sayin', like, no, no, like back in like
I ain't got shit to lose
Ain't got time for no excuse man
We got packs to move
Spend ninety bands on a coupe
Spend eight hunnid' on jewels
Try me my
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
with you always, whenever you need me just call me and I’d be there”.
By the time, she woke up she discovered she was the only aside the nurse
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