Lyrics:
The same ol' thing (all over the world)
The same ol' thing (got to get 'em with it)
The same ol' thing (MCs out there got)
The same ol' thing (so
Same ol' love (Same ol' love)
Same ol' love (Same ol' love)
Same ol' love (Same ol' love)
Same ol' love (Same ol' love)
Same ol' love (Same ol
of the same ol' shit?
Same topics, same models in the same ol' whips
Young Deep laser focused as a Kano hit
Thanos grip, dropping gems, change the world
Then
and that caused us some alarm
'Till some one remembered the family graveyard out on the Simmon's farm
Ol' Doc had brought six of their kids into this world
reunion
Barbecues in the backyard
That wooden house they use to call a shack
One stoplight two liquor stores
By the railroad track
Dem good ol days
We bout
and the people are changin'
Now most folks couldn't tell you who their neighbors are
All their guns are loaded, the front doors are bolted
Ain't this ol' world
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
Let's have a little church up in here
How ya doin'? This is Kirk Franklin
Sharin' with my sisters Cheryl, Sandi, and De De
With Sounds of Blackness
Let's have a little church up in here
How ya doin', this is Kirk Franklin
Sharin' with my sisters Cheryl, Sandi, and De De
With Sounds
Let's have a little church up in here
How ya doin', this is Kirk Franklin
Sharin' with my sisters Cheryl, Sandi, and De De
With Sounds
thing that Sandi can't understand
The all the world jet but see a plentiful of hands
So tell me, how can we shake 'em, firmly you break 'em
Get 'em
And it's that same ol' stereotype
No they ain't letting go of nothing
People think it's changed
I tell 'em that they're buzzing
Still judge me by my
speakin' of
When a friend would meet you
And a smile would greet you
What this ol' world needs now is
A more old fashioned love
My old granddaddy God rest
Let's have a little church up in here
How ya doin'? This is Kirk Franklin
Sharin' with my sisters Cheryl, Sandi, and De De
With Sounds of Blackness
I've been all around the world, I been a lot of places
I seen a lot of different faces, their attitude you can't replace
They're just the same ol
Good Ol’ Days
Lyrics - Marlo Hower, Music - Mark Minges January 18, 2020
I'll sign right now on the dotted line
I'm gonna claim this life and make
Well, I go up there boys
I take a good look around
I'll sit with God as the clouds roll on by
Puts my feet back on the ground
This ol' mountain
Mmmm
This
are loaded, the front doors are bolted
Ain't this ol' world takin' hate and fear just a little too far
Let's talk about the good times, let's talk
only take a king to peruse
Never flirtin' with the physical only my mind and mental
This world, an instrumental, my life became the pencil
The paper is
on the d-r-u-m-s get busy
Aight
On the keys my man james what you doing back there
Oh yeah
So we about to do it a little sumthin like this
Aight jeff back to the ol
the world standing on this little hill looking over like a proud dad
Cuz its about time for sunny days and Apple Jacks
I'm on my back porch sittin while I'm
ol' me
I can read the fear on they face
Walk in the room and the say
You're ruthless
Running through the jungle
Heads by the bundle
This motherfucker
You mention wedding ring like it's a bad thing
Your father walked away at five, hell of a dad thing
Marriage is somethin' that Sandi never had, Drake
The same ol' game
(Then turn around and bury a nigga)
It's all the same
(Fo' sheezy, baby)
Wherever we go
I set rules in this game, I pop my bra, I
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