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great together we grow old
Our bones are creaking and we're getting bald
You became something of a friend
Extended family and part of the band

You

splashed and whacked
We banged on road, do raps, don't bang
Stuck in the trap, gotta clear this pack
Everyday, chase bands, gotta up that stack
Facts,

Record players are all the rage
Everybody's gotta buy one to play my CD
I'm broking if you don't know
Impress your friends with a list of bands that

t-shirt
Like we're still best friends, like no one ever got hurt
All the messages and night drives and tickets to the band
I'm a sucker for the memories you

the hot jam it’s the hot smoke see her walk by got me goin like goddamn where you been at and what’s life like? Where your head at? Oh your old crew I heard

Ride around with the heater (Sticks)
Get your ass smoked, Huh (Bitch)
But it's not no joke (No)
Bitch it's Rubber Clan (Yo)
Hang him by a rope (Hang his

Chorlton is my New York City

People often think of the Bee Gees as a 70s band
But they actually formed in 1958
And they used to be called The Rattlesnakes

Boy I love the way you burn. Hey Billy Boy. 
So quit your job and join a band. Drive around in a crappy van. If only you'd done this years ago. By now

Ay, Tefo made this one
Ay, Tefo made this one

Bro told me that these streets are fake
Your closest friend is the ting on your waist
Hope this print

none sweet like
Because just when you thought I quit
Shit call me a brand new lick
That I can't stop my rhyme
I refused to get pinched by these crabby

Eight about to pull up
Hit that motherfuckin' old lick
Nine hold nine, ten times ten, ayy
My bitch bad and she brought friends
Back to one nigga chillin'

Spending all your days
Trying to find ways
To cosy up with your guitar
But time is not your friend
It's 9-to-5 again
The daily grind is not who you

cutumn 

Summer bows her head to her old friend
Dying leaves dancing on the wind.
She's gone now.

Shadows stretching out across the shore
cnd Golden

Yeah I walk out in the deep, I guess this shit ain't out of reach
They said this life it isn't easy I stay ten toes on my feet
And I had old

thought I told you
I swear to God that bitch is burnt, that hoe is old news

These hoes do you real bad if you let them
You gotta except yo fuck up's, don't

the morning
We calling shots
We don’t care what you doing
I need the old hundreds stuck
With the new ones yeah, we taking trips
Order them bags, they coming

way to the top
Real heavy gravity
I can't stop, won't stop, get dropped
Pop, pop, pop said my little old glock
You in shock, a little pretty gem, no

I guess I'll have to dream the rest

These words, and harmony by the three Kaye bands

I guess I'll have to dream the rest
If you can't remember

I'm paid
I miss those days when I missed old days
And this Coldplay, one man band
Stand don't fall, a one handstand
I'ma front those grams, come

know shit
Don't act like we friends now, boy you on that hoe shit
Hatin' on the low shit, talkin' bullshit
Say you wanna see me win, I know you don't

This Ain't Hollywood

Forgotten Rebels

Tomorrow Belongs to Us

1997

and roll
Always catch the last set to play as the night gets old

[Chorus:]
Oh babe, It may be quite good
But it's not quite as good as It should
Oh babe, It

Well, hello there, it's me, with how it's gonna be
Settle down and listen up good
The old hatter is gone, but the hat must go on
Worn by me, is

True Drew

Diesel Boy

Cock Rock

1996

final one's for you old boy you're still a loser in the end =
Why don't you go hang out with your friends? and might find that there's =
Much to be

crackhead friend when I was eight years old
He was teethin' out the crib (ski)
But now I done grew up (ski)
She a princess, I might pick her shoe up (ski)