Lyrics:
and the old
Can't say you never know
Heaven knows how many souls are going to hell or to heaven so we gotta go in to get them
Don't wanna waste my life, life,
7-Eleven
They don't mean crap to this boy 24
7, my money stack on these boys
I'm coming from the bottom
Harold-smacking these boys (Paul Wall)
Hey, if you
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
But I don't mind it
That's how I want to be
As long as you agree
To stay old fashioned with me
I'm old fashioned
But I don't mind it
That's how
draw, end up in a wheelchair rammed by your dog
[Chorus: Fabolous (Paul Cain)]
Why wouldn't this joint make you want to dance?
Why wouldn't these
They call her Flame
For obvious reasons
And I'll admit that's its frightnin'
Whenever her lightening flashes
Only ashes remain
Don't get
Sittin' by a campfire eatin' old pork and meats
Waitin' on an old slow freight headin' south to New Orleans
They say it's warm and there's a hot
"This is a message for Paul Oakenfold, how are you?
Its Anita Baymont Hunter Thompson's assistant,
I'm going through the messages,
Just getting
a kiss
Poor old kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga,that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was
heard
Don't you realize 'heck'
Is a four-letter word
You rebel?"
But the rebel said
To his old adversary
"Just as long as that word's
In
try living by yourself
This is a mean old world baby
Why don't you try living in by yourself
Can't get the one you love and
Just have to try
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
Prediction, prediction foretold
Prediction, yeah, from the days of old
Prediction, yeah, from way back when
The years Jah send, years Jah send
For tonight's performance of the The Sound of Silence
Join us on the stage
To be the odd Garfunkel to my Paul Simon tonight
Please welcome
Kinetic
by Radiohead
You're being took for a ride
Plain old lazy
Please keep moving
Better keep moving
Don't fall asleep at the wheel
I
no way
They stole Marcus Garvey for rights, ooh
I'll never forget no way
They turned their backs on Paul Bogle, hey, hey
So don't you forget (no
And the ragged kid
Are all sad and rusted, boy, they don't have a gift
Believe me Pope Paul, my toes are clean
What ever happened to the teenage dream?
Black
please, don't take the girl"
Same old boy, same sweet girl
Ten years down the road
He held her tight and kissed her lips in
Front of the picture show
for old flames
Pity for old time sake, I'll make your heart glow
Yeah, I'm your long lost man, don't you recognize me
Gimme some money baby, I'm
't get old
Don't die young, don't get old
When the stars in the sky shine, their heavenly light on the river
I'll stand by your side, even if
Old toy trains
Little toy tracks
Little toy drums
Coming from a sack
Carried by a man
Dressed
In white and red
Little one
Don't you think
stone at Black Paul?
"Don't ask us", say the critics and the hacks
The pen-pushers and the quacks
"We just come to get the facts"
"We just come
Well, I woke up this morning
And I looked out the door
I can tell that old milk cow
By the way she lowed
Hold it fellows, that don't move me
Let's
we're making love
It's still the same old love
Love by another name
It's still the same old love
It makes me feel this way
It's still the same
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