Lyrics:
about the days of old
Verse 2:
Well, my grandpappy got me a guitar when I was six
and I didn't know a single chord, but I still strummed away
and many,
Manifestin' thought with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart
twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart of the problem is this
Preacher got my Old Earth putting money in the pan
For
beam
People was too afraid to stick him up
Because he had the most notorious brothers to come and pick him up
When I reached ten years old
I
We had a an old pickup truck, he said it's your turn to drive
I was 6 years old, he said you're gonna do fine
I slowly put in gear, pulled off
Feeling six years old
When they call your name I won't even know
If you’re there
In New Mexico
As she walked from the bedroom I
Couldn’t seem to hide that I
Drawing inspiration from ze no haired katze (katze)
(you really sought zat he would care?)
Chorus:
(Papa) Hitting up the six oh
(Papa) Six Zero Years Old
Now bein' six years old, I had seen some trains before
So it's hard to figure out what I'm at the depot for
Trains are big and black and smokin'
up the road, and I’ve known ‘em for years, forever I suppose
Not a bad group all in all as losers go
Well I stole a twenty from my old Man’s wallet,
Cause it's not for the public
We had to struggle six years
But it's not of importance
I done came up from the hood
But you ain't know that though
Hit you
you
I'm talking bout six projects
In two years that's eight season no I ain't kidding you
And one was sixty six tracks no I ain't kidding you
Silly
"Slow Jamz
" holla at your man
Old school like Melle Mel
Or we could go to the D where Drelle Drel
Or DC, PG, or ATL
Back in Chi, I mean my life like
fifteen years old when I jumped off the porch
Now my neck bling like jet ski, it hit two times four
You get hit two times five, got my bitch by my side
a twenty-four foot long vessel
Measures eight feet wide
It's a fifty-three-year-old camper
It's made to pull behind
And I've gutted to the studs
Tryin' to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public
prison sometimes
Like my freedom is gone like I?ve committed a crime and that?s some bullshit
You watch a nigga like I?m 6 years old, how the fuck you
Every day you see a new thing coming; an old thing going, it tells you that life is change
When you were five or six you started school, when you
you processing this?
It's gotta be harder for you than it is for me
You got a 13-year-old kid"
But Kevin's on New York time
And it's 6:30 AM, and so
stands about 6 foot 4
And it's hard to call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore
Just a little bit of Waylon sure goes a long way
But old Tex Ritter
twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart of the problem is this
Preacher got my Old Earth putting money in the pan
For
Manifestin' thought with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart
Hey, Merry Christmas, Adam! Merry Christmas, Fred!
Merry Christmas to everyone
Yeah man
You having a good year?
Yeah, it just feels good to be next
Learning, learning, learning
Learning, learning, learning
When I was six years old, I kinda wet the bed
My stepdad came in and nearly beat me
years
I'll never let you down baby
I drop 50, I steal gravy
[Chorus: x2]
I look back on Venus
I look (I look) back on Mars
And (and) I burn with
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