Lyrics:
and behold things are killing me
Silly expectations of a dream
Girls are gonna love the way I toss my hair
Boys are gonna hate the way I seem
Day old, day
Look up, look up, look up, look up
Your empty head
You worry them
You're gonna drop dead
Like an old dog, like an old dog
Like an old dog,
It's old money it's old
It's old money it's old
It's old money It's old
It's old money It's old
It's old money It's old
It's old money It's old
It's
Old folk sucks
Old folk sucks
Old folk sucks
Old folk sucks
Old folk sucks
Old folk sucks
Old folk sucks
Old folk sucks
Old folk sucks
Old folk sucks
Here we go, we gon' send this one out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the Bronx and Brooklyn
And Staten Island, Queens, and all
Niggas on the same old shit
Niggas on the same old shit
On the same old lame old shit
Niggas really ain't doin shit
And they ain't on shit but
Here we go we gonna send this
One out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the
Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island
Queens, and all
Here we go, we gon' send this one out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the Bronx and Brooklyn
And Staten Island, Queens, and all
me what's it like to be old
What's it like to be old
Tell me what's it like to be old.
Because you're old old old old old
You know you're old old old
winning
Yall niggas lose at the start
Run it my nigga
Imma keep winning
Y'all making losing a art
Funny my nigga
Old to me old to me old to me
Born in two
Don't tell me I should, I better, I can
Don't talk old to me
Don't shake that finger in my face no more
'Cause I might bite it off and spit it
Too old, too old, he's too old to cut the mustard anymore
He's getting' too old, he's done got too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
Too old, too old, he's too old to cut the mustard anymore
He's getting' too old, he's done got too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
rock old Chanel
Smell the kush smoke on my mink
Jacuzzi bubbles on my Cuban link
Sipping champagne, smoking marijuana
Every finger got a ring
You can
I be on the same old pages with the same old people with the same old faces alright
I be on the same old pages with the same old people with the same
Wait uh yeah yeah yeah
Sick of old ways yeah ay ay
Yo you guys are in for a treat
Sick of old ways sick of old ways
Sick of old ways done with old
too old to party then where is the broken glass?
'cause it didn't come and stop me when my foot was on the gas
Another day another story another
gone
I feel it in my bones, my bones
This old heart, this old heart
This old heart, this old heart
This old heart is gonna rise again
This old
me what's it like to be old
What's it like to be old
Tell me what's it like to be old.
Because you're old old old old old
You know you're old old old
Too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
Too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
Once, I kissed a millionaire
Too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
Too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
Once, I kissed a millionaire
Old friends
Are the best friends
All my old friends
Are my best friends
Old friends
Are the best friends
All my old friends
Are my best
why
I still feel the same way I did when I was 17
I still look over my shoulder waitin' for the world to change
But these are the good old days
Hahaha
Old Old Old School.
Let's Try That Again.
Hahahahahaha, Again.
Old School, New School, Our School Rules.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!
Old
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