Lyrics:
can't do this)
Distracted by the one who's
Distracted by the afters (Rich)
Distracted by the Gerrys
Distracted by the rappers (Sheesh)
Distracted by
It's only a shanty
In old Shanty Town
The roof is so slanty it touches the ground.
But my tumbled down shack by that old railroad track,
Like
on the grind to the top I climb
Fuckin wit me she gotta be a dime
Living by the mantra that the world is mine
I keep money on my mind
Always on the grind
a friend like the old days
Yeah, homie love a friend like the old days
Used to stand in line for the new Dre's
Now we old and listenin' to the old Jay's,
friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need
words you spoke
Hey, that's okay - come on around and get yourself together
Won't you come on around and hold an old friend's hand
Babe, I promise
This is the story of Tweedle-O Twist
And a cowboy that I knew named Tony
From Blithe Fresno old Sant
Joe Washoe go rodeo
Pendleton Santa Ana Baker
When it happened he walked through all the estates, from
Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped an old
Man on his own chase some
comin' on
And the last part of the day's already gone
We got so much in common
We strive for the same old ends
And I just can't wait
Wait for us
so I can't go wrong
I write rhymes, Gemini my sign
I got a nine I don't rhyme about mine
I spit, it's legit, never stopped by cops
Comin up with
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
right it seems
Still you'll always be a pal of mine
Though it may be only in dreams
The old pals are always the best you see
New friends you can find
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
famous friends for me, just old faces
I only go places wasted like I'm Joe Namath
Not a king, I'm no David, music, I'm a crackhead
No hobbies
I’ve Had Many Friends – Words & Music by Desmond Allen June 03, 2006
I’ve had many friends through the breadth of time; each one true and dear
Bobby got leukaemia, 14 years old
He looked like 65 when he died
He was a friend of mine
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
crime
And I'm so glad that you're mine
I miss my old friends, the ones I used to know
But now I'm with you, and now it's a different show
We make new
the riverside
I sit underneath the freeway with an old friend from the old days
And a bottle of wine
He used to call me "Big Time", said he knew someday
a-talkin' to an old man that had known me ever since the day I was born, and an old friend
of the family. He says, "Son, you don't know how lucky you are
a one track mind
It doesn't matter if it's yours or mine
'Cause if you getting dough, and you wanna get with her
Yeah (You can hit her)
21 years old
free birds are soaring
Two months since the day I earned parole
Talking to myself, as I'm walking by patrol
"Joe, you're finally free, feelin' on a roll
the time remains?
I been to crystal forest under a green lit sky
Tornadoes of glitter float calmly by
Angels fly naked letting they titties swing
And so
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
I went down to Old Joe's Bar
On the corner by the square
All the men were having drinks, same as usual
And the same old crowd was there
Oh, no...
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