Search results for 'old boys by runrig' Page #710

All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don't you know
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They're falling down like a domino

All

I got all
the gimmicks make sure I'm lookin' right 
See four feet tall, seven years old when I'm downo
n the mic I'm a sister-not-to-be-sold 
So much

wanna pay me not your ordinary lady.

Now they know by ms. 32, so tell me what you want to do?
We can just go kick it, buy a ticket if you truly do.
Boy

worried bout how they glistening
The words missing
A certain something
They copycats
I’m the Black Dahlia
You can tell the difference
By the precision in

A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong

(What?)
Them boys done came together, changed the weather
Now they finna reign/rain forever (What?!)
Somebody better tell 'em they can think whatever
But I

of the sudden man there was a buzzin
And trucks parked down by the creek
They were laughin dancin singin and havin one hell of a time on me

And i said

Get off

Your mind, it slips cuz you´re getting old
And there ain´t no new chapter to unfold
In the book you´ve been writing all your life
The ending don´t

All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don't you know
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They're falling down like a domino

All

Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the
City go rushing by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's moving
I

made
When I left my mama said silly boy don't lose
   your head, now I'm wishing by my god that I had stayed

Longtime ago when I was young
I bought

dirt you better know bout what you gettin in
No period get a setencing
I ball like im from Michigan
Old girl she fuck my dawg then turned around i hate

the other guys you were different
But I cried the same old tears
I cant take it, I cant do it no 

[Chorus:]
This is my two week notice
I resign my position

I touched down in Chicago. Rented me a road machine
Gonna head down old 66. Livin' the American dream

Just a stranger in a strange land. Had to find

flew the coop I guess old gordy done screwed the pooch

(Chorus)
only thing i love more than herb is the bird but my luck's kinda fucked its a wonder

Saint Louis knew him well with a motorcycle jacket and greasy hair
Big man on campus, a bad boy surrounded by his cigarette air
Going through art

Just an old house with stories of its own 
Takes me back to days gone by 
The colors have faded and the steps are made of stone 
An aging friend

[Dre Dog]

ooh, here comes the sickest and the illest of them all
(what's your name boy)  they call me Dre Dog
the coke snortin, chewy smokin

luck, still you push, still you push your luck
A broken nosed mogul are you
One of the new wave boys

Same old thing in brand new drag
Comes sweeping into

Welcome to the legion I got many of us
Mind over matter so there's none above us
Forget the old ways, it's the choke
Days, many broke day 
Let the haters

We hold these truths to be self-evident
That all men are created equal
That they are endowed by their Creator
With certain unalienable rights
Among

of the shy guy
And people told me bout the roads and the drive bys
And how the town will take yo soul tried to find mine
Everyday I’m getting old tryna buy

me HD
You're old and thirty, boy, no wonder why you hate me, it's crazy
What was I thinkin' when I went and put trust in you?
First time you say no,

sight seeing
And I'm yours
But I like it, I kinda kinda like it

Not a new thing
Just a new scene
With a old feel
Down in the jungle yeah, down in