Lyrics:
then I don't brag
I know I'm bad, as long as I know I'm bad
I don't need y'all to co-sign no shit
You can just keep making them tired old threats
OLD DEATH
By David Williams 2020
Old Death stop you in your tracks,
OD hunt you down,
Old Death lead you crying
For your loved ones not around.
I see a herd of humans - tread a simple track
Hauling old convictions - to raise them like a flag
Hoarding folk-fictions - hidden from attack
So we
Old Rex he was a cowboy
That's the story that I heard when I was young
Those tales of breaking broncs and riding bulls
Just seemed to roll right off
Friday night, the sun sinks low
Tractors parked, the beers in tow
Big old barn where the folks all go
Kicking up dust til the rooster's crow
Granny's
We like to sit in the winebars
And browse the new boutiques
Our concepts get old-fashioned
So we buy new ones next week
We visit our folks
Lydia, oh! Lydia, say have you met Lydia
Oh! Lydia, the tattooed lady
She has eyes that folks adore so
And a torso even more so
Lydia, oh! Lydia,
Some folks felt like this before
Illusions, never tried to understand the questions of a man
I'd hope could find
What he's desired, seen
just a little
Well somethin' that old probably should
But other folks think it's just
A dead bolt, a handle
the mountains
Pickin’ by some lonesome stream
We’ll light the fire, start the cider
Stoke those old and ancient dreams
Find me way out in the mountains
Hollerin
the mountains
Pickin’ by some lonesome stream
We’ll light the fire, start the cider
Stoke those old and ancient dreams
Find me way out in the mountains
Hollerin
old stones, talking to the same old folks
Its time to let go of only living for the things we know
Pre-c
Cuz we can’t stand still forever
We’ve got
blow around us
Four pounds and pounds of verb from out of towners
It's hard to stay grounded
We stay high, that's why old folks down us
Lost, nobody
doodoo
What can folks like me and you do
When the doodoo
Gets so deep? And gettin' deeper
When we can't compete with the Japanese
Or the Portuguese,
the kitchen
Made love on the ground
She took what she needed
Then saw herself out
Heard them old folks say
Better hold on to an angel
But she's a gypsy with
SAY OR DO,
TURNIN’ IT AROUND, AND THEY BLAME IT ON YOU
HEY FOLKS START SEEIN’ THINGS FOR WHAT THEY ARE
MAGA SURE YOU GET OUT AND VOTE RIGHT 2024
THEY
Far frae my hame I wander but still my thoughts return
To my ain folk over yonder in the sheiling by the burn
I see the cosy ingle and the mist upon
And the folks we meet ain't always kind
Some are bad and some are good
Some have done the best they could
Some have tried to ease our troubling mind
And I can't
just so we could hear ourselves sing
Stealin' a drink from the cold can in daddy's lap
Protected by only a small thin brown paper sack
And the wind
to offer
But if you offer a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense
I'm 28 years old
I know this dress I'm wearing doesn't hide the secret
I've tried concealing
When he left he promised me he'd be back by the time it was revealing
Step right up folks, touch the sky
I've seen lives change with just one ride
Seen new found love find their first kiss
Seen old flames die on their
heard that this new generation was waiting on me
After The Golden Age, these old heads been praying for me
To get involved, maybe vent to y'all,
my cellulite ladies, this is Tech N9ne, baby
When I was 5 years old,
My uncle snuck me into a drive-in show
Got in without pay I hid between Jimmy
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