Lyrics:
With their jockstraps pinching, they slouch to attention
Whilst queueing for sarnies at the office canteen
Saying "how's your granny?" and good old
fun
He's not the one
Don't sully yourself
Before your God
But do your duty
By your husband, Todd
And I say
Don't pay them heed
If marriage was good
Bring Back That Old School
(written and produced by Ray C. Robinson, Jr.)
INTRO
Old School, It Was A Day In Time
Just Sit Back, Let's Take An Old
the good die young do the bad die old? (Let me know)
I'm just trying to carry my load another good nigga livin' by the bad guy code
Lookin' for the Lord
honoring the God who's ruling sovereignly
Man you know you miss them old days
Yeah you right possibly
But after that I sober up and think of Jesus
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
runner, feverfew and lemonbalm
Thank you knitbone and sweetgrass and sunchoke
And false indigo whose petals stammered apart
By bumblebees good Lord
Lord knows I ain't perfect
Still being perfected by His Grace
Picked up some of that good stuff
You know that mustard seed faith
yea
He's still
And he takes time to listen, uh
God love us hood niggas (I know)
'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas, uh
But he forgive us
Day by
Why and what and when will this play
Waiting for the internet to make my day
Waiting for the net to pull out for me
God damn net won't ever play for
a woman named Inez
We'd stare out every evening
At the hills of old Jaurez
Inez she'd had a grand daddy who'd owned the dry good store
He'd climb up
and the rocket sled itself got lunched!
By a famous mountain-in and his small, wooden wife.
Good bye to las vegas
Farewell to the lounges
We pulled a few
borrow
A little piece of mind
Take me back to the good old days
I was still stuck in my ways
Maybe that was just a phase
But we here right now
So let's do
the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by that old cabin door;
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight;
The time has
stomp along, catch a lil' Holy
Ghost, and if you ain't feelin' good God willin, By
The end of this record He gon' change all that, Ayo
Lorenz you
Well I guess a good time was had by all
Coz there’s sick on the carpet and blood on the wall
My head hurts, can’t feel my arm
Can’t feel my tongue,
UPPERCLASS TWIT OF THE YEAR
Cut to Upperclass Twit of the Year Sketch. The five competitors
run onto the pitch.
COMMENTATOR: (J.C.): Good afternoon
to sleep
Searching for the perfect line
So here's to the good old days, baby, one more time
I remember Jimmy saying: if he had two blues and a beer
He
in the heart of man makes him stoop
But a good word makes him glad
But by the grace of God I am what I am
And his grace which was bestowed upon me
my name remember me now and then right on the spot where we used to
play
The good old days, the good old days
I'm leaving my name on the walls
Living, am I
Living, am I
Living, am I
Living, am I
Got that dough, still had to give up tho, free from the slow flow, I'm in such a God mode, good
to the back
I just wanna go back to the old days shit wasn't weighing heavy on my mind
It was never weighing heavy on my mind
Pray she go back to her old ways
How can I be homophobic? I blew his fucking brains out
This Luger will send a Christian to Hell
Shorty looks so good I used her piss as Crab Boil
I'm just a lonely nigga wanderin all through life girl yee, yee
Walkin by faith I be out here runnin out of road now yee, yee
Old ways hot up on my
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