Lyrics:
Zitto, Pupa K, Evi Edna Where you dey
Daniel Wilson is singing again
Unu hear me say Television that a television
Was the old time hit by the group called
new man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back
What you wanna do? I got that old thing back
What you
Old John Joseph was a man with two first names
They left him in the railroad yard when they took away the trains
Only one run a week comes
There's one thing I haven't forgot
I wouldn't be the man I am today
If not for the lessons taught
By those hands
My old man's hands
By those hands
My old
now I'm missing
Might be revealing a bigger picture
Sixteen year old high school dropout
Just get into college man California was nothing but trippy for
the lighthouse in the end
So long old pal, don't you worry about me
See you when I lay down my oars and hang up my pole
And walk by the memory of a man in chains
right out of those woods
Old Dillon had a million tales but he sung me one refrain
And I recall that song by John Dillon James
One July Monday morning
leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me
I know any man sees you like I see
Follow down
day I saw an old man pleading for a handful of coal;
His wife was dying of cold and he was penniless.
Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped
what's in it for me?
How can a man regain confidence
From people, after being cheated on?
Or betrayed
For example if a man I cheated on by his girlfriend
you wan call em
An I'd rather be fixin' old problems
I can be ya role model
I know you grown, you can do what chu wanna
But a man is a father
Ah! it’s me Parlin G again, i know av been silent in the street for a very long time cos i got no dam on me, so i had to keep silent man, fuck
Old man, just leave my head
Old man, just leave my head
Old man, just leave my head
Old man, just leave my head
It's your creation young man, don't
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
by and beat up my son
So I went out and bought myself a big old German dog
The man behind me saw me and he started raisin' hogs
A nineteen year old
Hey Saint Peter give me cloud number nine
And tell my daddy that Jr's on the line
Oh please Lord someday I'll be
A talkin' to you i wanna speak man
zimbali)
Man what became of you
(I wanna drive a Ferrari)
Man what became of you
(I want a girl who gone love me)
Man what what became of you
I prefer
My Old Man'
Written by: Wes Shipp
He had a Florida Gators hat
Stood about 5 foot 8
And he loved Merle, Willie and Old George Strait
He drank his
of logic is
That? It don't make sense
Whatever happened to judging a man
By his own actions
Instead of assumin' that he's like
The others he's matching?
It's
Yeah
What's up, baby?
I ain't tryna do nothing but get my grown man on
I ain't tryna hurt you
Only if you want me to
Haha
Yeah, something like
Yeah
What's up, baby?
I ain't tryna do nothing but get my grown man on
I ain't tryna hurt you
Only if you want me to
Haha
Yeah, something like
you create
Help me develop frame by frame
You capture moments
On those escapades
A family man affection never fades
Behind the camera
You can't
caught a bullet with another man's name on it
Now he can't do leg day or put strain on it
Every time you hear me freestyle, I put pain in it
I used
Mann! 50! JR! B-day boy!
Man I feel like money! (man I feel like money!)
They're attracted to me! (oh, yeah?)
They come around like honey! (they
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