Lyrics:
No,)
There are lasses getting trouble on their own home beat
There are old folk battered In the open street
In this city of ours
There are eyes
Got there, it was freezin' cold
I spoke, folks gathered, young and old
Ate some trout, I wanted to fish again
So I headed out towards Lake Michigan
I live at home still, not paying phone bills
Hydro, or rent, and my mom makes most meals
So it's so ill, I don't need no scrill
Only cash for gas
they were they only folks who didn’t have
Any place to go, I was on their home turf, ya’ know
Except that one day, the banker on his lunch break
Wanted
Hope to grow old with you
Fight like the old folks do
Right now we have today
That is enough for me
Yeah
Yeah
If all that I am today
Is all that I'll
thang
Quick to cook and breakin' cane
Straight runnin' thangs around the way
Havin' his money man
A rider from the hood understood by many sets
With
a wash of rain,
While the fences fold like hands around the land.
Past old folks on the front porch,
With babies on their knees,
The dogs upon
Air J's
You never substitued your kin-folks
even if we winning by 30, with 30 seconds left in the 4th
Half of them is too old, the other half parole,
I love you baby
He can settle down, and be doing just fine
Until he hears an old train, rolling down the line
Then he hurries straight home, home
That you can't travel down cause
They home to something unknown
(Area 51 is real
Tell me how that make you feel)
We barely know anything about it
The truck bed of the four by four
And the girls all-natural
Skinny dippin' where the creek's shallow yeah
There's no stop signs where we go
Throw 'em back
still know my name he say it when I dream of him
Forget it when his core is solid that ain't where the meaning is
Folks just got too old and I was way
make a buck
Cause everybody is broke
Spent they last on a 40 and a nickel of dope
And it's hard to get a
Job when nobody's hiring
That's why old folks
Borneo
I was so bored with my old life
I was so bored with decent odds
My new roommate left her debit card
Some sort of test for me. It's too hard
feelin' me
Cause your folks is killin' me
girl you're lookin' good
i know you're not from my hood
I know you a ways from home
You don't have to be alone
adopt a beggar
or a thief
cook his meal
and wash his jeans
adopt a trailer park at dawn
by evening
row the old folks home
adopt a Day's Inn
in
Shorty rocked, took the law in his own hand
Sick of seein' his mom's gettin' beat up by his old man
So he did what any kid would've done
Went into
to play
A week went by and the local folk soon began to question
Who put those Eagles stickers on that abandoned Edsel wagon
And what about those
will like me when I'm angry
I got plenty of home trainin' and manners
Bring me champagne when I'm thirsty
Bring me reefer when I want to get high
Lord
softer than popcorn that's how it goes more or less
Oh so molest the vocals
Call less with old folks more lessons to grow from
The lawless and broken in
home by the river
i wonder what our daughter's like, yeah i hope that family treats her right
and gives her all the things we couldn't give her
now
Little homes and little folks
As easy as you see
Lets paint our hearts color blue
Long long time I was like you
Lighter than a smile, now I
the children and the old folks, that's my purpose, that is my plan
real lies)
Uh-huh
I know love is what they told me
Right before they start gettin' that
"Damn I miss the old G"
Never by your phone when I needed you
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