Lyrics:
She was the daughter of the Mayor.
The Mayor fought my courtship for he'd made other plans
He saw her married to a better man than a boy with
Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank
(back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
And ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)
Just trying to find my way
And the stack of road maps in your back seat
You've been everywhere
But man I swear
This place is different than anywhere"
I told him, "You ain't livin' yet
, the old man
he makes just the slightest kind of motion
then there's a turn on the wheel by the coxswain
and a blast on the pipe by the boson
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
your data and when you're all set
Put it all together and whatever you get
It's new math
What's a bag of chips divided by five,
Well that's
the best of stories through
Our revelations to you by this Qur'an
And before the coming of divine inspiration to you, you were among those who were unaware
But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.
So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by
speak what you heard
Hear what you're told
Nothin' but words
Watch it get old, it only gets old
Teach what you learn
Nothin' but words just like this
the real deal let 'em know Istanbul
Like old school renegade feel so full
Take a penny, leave a penny, horns of the bull
I'm the wolf man check it out, rock
Man, I had to take this shit back when I first started rapping, man, for woah, on my momma
Woah, woah, woah, uh
That boy not a gangster, that nigga
No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
The old man lived in
Replaced by the New Bridge in 1972
Funny thing, the Old Bridge used to be called the New Bridge
Yeah, bit of a funny thing
Up ahead there's the bronze
and read her stories
And hold her mama while the sunset glows
My two arms full of this man's gold
What some men will throw away is a crying shame
Those
I hate it when my mind get caught up
Old pain get brought up
I really wanna wrap this quarter
I'll sink n fade like mamba
Don't really want to dwell
[Adam Sandler]:
Hey how ya doin'? My name's Barry Lakin and I'm here with the man on the street
Quiz. This weeks's show is a doozy man, it really is.
Dusty old farmer out working your fields
Hanging down over your tractor wheels
The sun beatin' down turns the red pain to orange
And rusty old
This is the sound of a beat up old six string,
Bangin out of tune on the back of a ford,
This is the sound of cottonwood scratchin,
Against the side
tied down 'bout forgotten
what a field looks like full of corn and cotton
If I'm gonna hit a traffic jam
Well it better be a tractor man
So sick
for my homecoming queen
And this old truck its seen better days,
but I saw most of them with me.
Man I could tell you a different story to go with every
I used to
This old man don't run no more
You used to talk
And I used to nod
I don't listen
But I hear a lot
Don't believe for a second
That my key
citizen, stellar
Caught up in, no brought up in a cripple
Triple six lidagin cellar
Where under a creaky step huddled to
Scorn of this old yeller
Yes, you
the AM time is funds gotta get this dough
While your man's in cunch surrounded by rats and cats tryna push this snow
Recently he got 2.5 for the county
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