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in Pop Tarts in '85
You old school cats is talkin' jive
320 E, bumping Tony Starks shit
I don't trust a soul
I don't trust Canal Street gold
Boy with a b..b..b..beat

He's got a black leather jacket and his old blue jeans
He's got the back beat
He's got the ways and the means
He's got no
Seven years ago
This old man said to me
Sittin' on his haunches
He's tellin' me to get a life
Now, money in a jar
Never got him far
But his story is
have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
It's the same old ending, time to go.
Get out!

It seems they cannot leave their dream.
And the sky it is so cloudy you can scarcely see the moon. 
And the good old ship, she was tossing about, 
The riggin`was all tore, and still I live with
My son Benjamin has always been the smartest kid I ever knew 
We didn't have much money because I was in the army 
Ben was smart enough to do
Mattafixed it, now he's on some sick shhh
So keep your money and your cars and your deals
I'm riding home on the same two wheels

Gimme the tune and ?
got it’s who you are
I’ma miss you, I’ma miss you

I ? round 3 am, got a phone full of text and some old school friends
They say it’s a celebration,
the wind

Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust
Cheap ego boost for you, small fish
In smaller ponds you'd rather swim your new
Persona got old fast your cheap face makes
My stomach sick I
to death
In the club 'til I'm old like Hugh Heff
Switching other girls like "Who's next?"

I get a rise, switch it up like brunette
We don't need a lot of money, homie we're okay (yeah)
Fresh whip, nice crib, homie we're okay (yeah) 
I'm back home, feels great, had
to death
In the club 'til I'm old like Hugh Heff
Switching other girls like "Who's next?"

I get a rise, switch it up like brunette
(ay), but it must be a God (okay)
'Cause I been getting money for like 20 plus odd (facts!)
Hard years, must about bought about 20 plus cars (facts!)
over money
Religion and politics and still the people hungry
Leaders deh pon twitter feed them ego like a dummy
Come in like a comedy but nothing deya
Drop top coupe (Bitch)
Riding with your boo thang (Skrrr)
Fuck my old bitch (bitch)
I thought we had a true thang
Sheck Wes got them bars (Bars)
others, brothers, sisters, baby mothers
To old young gunners and young gun sluts
And to all the people that don't get to pick up
To buts, to know,
I feel alive
On a ride, gon be a night
Never lies, yeah we alive

New money on status
My lyrics say you're sadist
Always knew 've been had it
on my hands who really see the vision
Old city girls verse, pee ain't clearin' it
Wait 'til my sister come home
We gon' really get these motherfuckers
Paxil capsules in the bathroom (sniff, ah!)
While y'all suck at whatever rapper you get attached to (faggot!)
I'm raisin' bars like Roseanne's old man
to the other side

It's a nigga in the club with my old bitch
You can have that bitch 'cause she be on some hoe shit
Somebody in the club standin' by a fuck
Let's get this right
Old Scar
No pressure (no)
Fuck this shit man

Believe they came to save you but they can't sleep enough
Yeah old, on a commencé à fumer
Les gars sont hostiles sauf quand on sort le calumet
À l'école j'étais pas là
Perdu dans le Zeitgeist
what you gonna do?
Still I miss my old T-crew
Can't afterlive without 'em
I just wish they only knew!
May they have lived without a home
But my

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