Lyrics:
We were barreling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
We were barrelling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
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
a ten-bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man
His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she's a go-getter
Takes him out
at heart and still got bars
Hard living my pen written with street diction
These gray hairs on my head won't let me write fiction
Old nigga Old scars
Young
the lock of a real dog's mind be
The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see
Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat?
Slap me one day
many man on my case
I mean I love when old tings message me, but try know we can't never be mates
Right now life's just lovely, I wish you could've
today
To take them to tomorrow
Jesus Christ is my Messiah
The future changer prophesied by prophet Isaiah
You be my front Tyre na me be your back tyre
I
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
can't drive this slow, man lie the truth I know
Look I ain't tryna see no sids, cuz they don't wanna see me go home
They wanna see me all stressful,
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
Well, I
on these old hands
There isn't dirt on my old boots
I've been going all of my life
And I think it's time I get things right
I pray to God that freedom reigns
Yo, I been about since 4 in the morning
Same old shit, them man they’re just talking
Man just flow too lazy they bore me
Still tryna get me the crib
your other women
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
You make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it, you're my kind of man
your other women
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
You make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it, you're my kind of man
know
Steady steady i dey hustle
Make i no borrow
Man get many things
Wey dey worry am o
Cos if you dey notice
For the street no peace
Ye ye eh
Old
Help me
You want me to help you?
Man is evil
Capable of nothing but destruction
Once upon a time
There was a very serious situation growing
down
When this old gray, black gentleman was cleaning up the lounge
There wasn't anyone around, except this old man and me
The guy who ran the bar
a boy into a man
That beat up old piano, well it's still my best friend
By the time I went to high school
I was getting paid to play
And I couldn't take
down I'm too grown for the belt
Me and Mom's we a team we don't need nobody else
But Mommas human and she needs love too
A man to help with these bills
me
Won't you tell me the truth
Are you old enough
Are you old enough
Are you old enough
Are you old enough
Are you old enough oo oo
Are you
And by the end of that thought I ain't got no time remaining
Let me get my ass up cus I know I'm not staying
Tryna get up out the same old shit huh
Tryna
All
these lures had been placed there by Shadowcast,
hoping to avoid confrontation between this dominant
man and his own villainous forces. Eriel
men will tell no tales."
And pursued we were by many a ship, by frigates and liners too,
Till at last, the British man-o-war, the Dungeness, hove in
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