Lyrics:
cnother one
never judge a rapper by the song he make
Its tha bass
Still ghetto
like old
sneakers an new strings
With gold chains
I'm ghetto like smokin'
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
gone
I'll end up a zero on same old songs
Here is my ego was once so strong
So long to this life on the mic re-born
I could be a hero my halo is gone
Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2, this is dedicated to
An old friend of mine, Michelle
She a holy roller now, turned over a new leaf
Now everything old gonna
the same
Every time I turn my favourite records on
Good old songs and good old friends
Companions on my way
Good old songs are driving me away
Good old
you after two years
Asking for something I couldn't have
I'm young but an old soul
You're just beautiful
We ain't in the same league
But we can
your dreams alive
The world may never hear your perfect song
You're no failure if you always strive
An after-work commitment
A weekend kinda-thing
Here's
This is real, this is your life in a song
Yeah this is country music
Are you haunted by the echo of your mother, on the phone
Cryin' as she tells
night
I'm lookin' at you now
Finding answers to my prayers
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're comin' true
Here's
night
I'm lookin' at you now
Finding answers to my prayers
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're comin' true
Here's
the back saying, "Grant, you got old"
It's been saying the same thing for half of my life
But days pass and it sounds more right each time 'cause
when I
ever heard in your life.
I'm talking about the kind of song where not only is the character in the song dead by the end of the song, but he's been
With a sound that sounds the same
Looking like a Liam under disco lights
But he goes by his very own name
Walking haircuts fill the bill
Weekend
Every chorus every line
No more relaxin
Still sipping my kombucha
Same Eddy from 8th grade
In sync with buddha
Tempted by this skins desires
Call me
the feed lots, clerks in the markets
On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer
And his dreams of tomorrow, surrounded by fences
But he'll dream tonight of when
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
can't be the same
Can't be the same
Can't be the same
Well the years went by and my momma cried
When she said she had to leave our dad
She spent her last
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By
With sweat stains and jet planes and hot rod love songs,
Blistering kisses for every mister and misses,
In the same of time it takes for you to make
Look
They say the universe, it works in a strange way
And it must be true because, we ain't from the same background or same place
But me
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
Same ol song I been singing
That’s why I’m taking trips on every weekend
Doing what I wanna for no reason
Dimmed my light for way too long now
Dumars to the pistons
Screaming at my girl like mel gibson
Looking for them shell toe pro ked addias
For the weekend
St a few month home an haters
to make it all better
Fuck it
This is by far the hardest song to write
There's so many things I wanna say but I cant
Maybe if I sing it loud enough the wind
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