Lyrics:
a ten-bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man
His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she's a go-getter
Takes him out
some time I'd fix the barn
Poor old girl, she needs a man down on the farm
And it's good old country comforts in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my
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
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
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
grip.
So this day that I stood my ground,
Wait for Old Man Time.
Once again a day's flown by.
On a journey roads get hot.
So hot, I'm walking
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
old man Walker's land
Retired on his 68th birthday
Yeah, he wore a size sixteen shoe, had skin like alligator
Lord, he could pick up a deer and walk
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
sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid
I'ma always come through for you, baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though, man
All the time, word
sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid
I'ma always come through for you, baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though, man
All the time, word
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
to all employees, and I'm here to teach the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies
Man, fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real
Soldier never die o
Big man no get your time o
We dey buga for the party
With the benz o
We dey pile up the money
For the bank o
Kele boom
Old Soldier never
Push over the old fling
Man don't wanna dead ting
Know you always gon come by
I can be your new ting
West side flexing
Never gonna waste your time
I get up, I get down
The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, it seems
And space
me who been feedin' me?
No, I ain't easy
Take all these drugs like I might OD
Game ain't the same, I miss the old streets
Man, I miss the old
a old time college degree
And when I walked by I heard 'em
Saying that he was something to see
Well, now don't you know that I'm the American Son?
Living
yeah
I
Tried to be modest on y’all bitch ass niggas
But I guess I am the fucking best
Man these old
Niggas coming out with this bullshit
Man you ain’t
what it seems
Love the times that you were mine
A fantasy made from tears and lies
Suffocating, losing breath as time goes by
Deep inside, I got this
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
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
present me with that little old gold watch
They give a man at times like this ...
But there's one thing he's not countin' on
Today's the day I give old
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