Search results for 'too old to rocknroll by dave hole' Page #53

to an end

Born in a hole, and down I fell
Until I had your hand to hold and
Lips to bid this gruesome pain farewell

Had made one too many enemies
That

too stressed
I wanna be the best and I wanna be famous
I walk around the room and they know what my name is
KAT, no pain on me, no plain old me
I stay

Final Round

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

Chorus
It’s the final round (3X)
Final boss final showdown

class
I was thinking about making this cash
I was living too fast
Got so used to moving on from the past, that I never could accept where I'm at
Dead

ima leggo of my eggo 
No play, i'm too old for a sega
Im more hands on lets count up this play doe
Got green, and they gone go when i say go
Rappers

was afraid to fly, I'd be afraid to live

Pilot seat in an old tin can
Gaffers tape and rubber bands
Hear the choirs in the rush of the air
Too much

get to speaking and and I was a lil shy but
I got ya Instagram that was enough to make me wild for ya
And I admit had me hesitant
Months go by we steady

She suck on this D
Lil hoe did it all for the free
Pop that pussy
Turn me on electricity
Choppa by the door
She a squirter so we fucked on the floor
Pop

foggy, noisy, crowded, smoky old bars
The more I think about it, the less I think I took it too far

Blacktop burning holes in my shoe soles
Picking up cans beside the road
Feeling them little red chiggers dig in
There's an old man standing out by

an A-hole
Does it?
But I stack it like a lego 
I need my bread too I ain't letting go of this Eggo 
Looking for something to do even when it's nothing to do

of the holes
I talk dirty when I get shit done, like when I'm winning in 2k and yell and one
I'm running the game til' it's not fun, it's all jokes till they dig

the rest of them, cuz true colors started exposing
Police patrolling, waiting for probable cause to come put a hole in my clothing
(Fuck 'em)
My innocence

Why I'm the odd one out the bunch 

Why I feel so odd 
Talking like them, don't go too far 
Took me years to realize I'm a star 
I don't want

I walked these old haunted streets
Visiting the ghosts of my childhood
Where the bikes lay on the front lawns
As the bursts of water balloons

walkin through high water
Old dude tried harda then a suicide bomba
Im like "Dad is too late, Ima foo, why botha"

[Chorus: x4]

but can't seem to be
Able to release the horrors of the shit that happened to me
Everyday I wake up followed by another tragedy
PTSD burned holes in my

feel the waves
Can you feel the waves

I was lost in the deep blue 
Found myself sunken inside a ship too
Waves flowing so I should flow with the ocean
I

kissing

Old and grey, anotha day, you can boom yo gauge

Cold as hell, collecting mail, killa this so pay

Alley cats, and you rats, you be missin soon

Yeah
Aye man this my shit nigga
Hold on nigga

I mean what they really gone expect from a nigga when I walk through the door
Young nigga with a old

by raw emotion
You got some flow shit, nothin' worth notin'
Beautiful benevolent backstory
To get the past of me
Increasing the chance I'm morphin'

back
I see the flaws the code 
Them plots got holes
Chrissy hit me on the phone 
And told
Just don't fold aye
I'm going for the gold
I'm way to old to be

getting struck by the lightning
Was It me that said that the good old days were over
Was it me that didn’t want to get any older

Did I really discover

the sweeper so for all of the times they
Put us in a sleeper hold from the days
Of old when the water was cold from those
Fire hoses called to organize by those