Lyrics:
, a made man
I'm a made man, a made man
Krizzle! This here was God given
I'm the design of a black man, I defined by hard livin'
But how I whip that
some more
I met an old man in his name was Seymour
No, it was not but i wanna say that
I'm feelin' more like a man, not a bat
But then i just feel like
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
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
I wake up one morning and it's passed you by
You don't know when and you don't know why
I feel like an old memory hangin' round
And man, we've got
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
the old man on the seat behind.
Ohhh the old man's eyes.
I have to reach, I have to reach another place today.
I can see the old man on the other side,
I
And I'm a fan first
But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn
You deserve this disservice
I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man
the man. Turned my old ceilings into floors. I'm the man
Now I'm the man. I've never seen this place before, no, these corridors
With open doors to open
capture
The hard work dedication
This man's come to master
Provide for his kids
Help them to thrive
A wise old soul
With the help of his wife
There outside her home
Oh, I'm a little old country boy
Just a young'un in my teens
I don't gamble, drink or swear
And she did this to me
Mama said son
Heard me a story about this brother
Heard he was more than a hundred years old
Beat up and robbed by friends of his
So he thought
Which proves this
I drove my tractor through your haystack last night
(Ooh ar ooh ar)
I threw me pitch fork at your dog to keep quiet
(Ooh ar ooh ar)
Now
I drove my tractor through your haystack last night
(Ooh ar ooh ar)
I threw me pitch fork at your dog to keep quiet
(Ooh ar ooh ar)
Now
the flickering of light between the
tree trunks. Approaching, he sees an old man sitting calmly by a fire, as
if waiting for him. His left eye missing. His beard
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
one night with a girl named Pam
The very next day I saw her with her man
One week passed and I was in her again
I had an old tender, her name was
one night with a girl named Pam
The very next day I saw her with her man
One week passed and I was in her again
I had an old tender, her name was
need a girl
To teach me how to be a
Man but he won't ever understand
That I've already tried this before
She got on her knees
And said she never tried
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going,
sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired,
he can sit down and rest
He can beg
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
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
fishy, it's every bit truth
Now listen right good while I tell you this tale
How Jonah the prophet got caught by this whale
That whale caught poor Jonah
All clear, wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
Think we're in for a big surprise
Right between the eyes
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