my mouth I confess YES more than blessed I was choosen I been on the troop, my wisdom is that of old men Wasted so much time stuntin for folk When really
At the same old view Just we two Darby and me who used to be Jack and Jill The folks who like to be called What they have always been called The folks
like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears The way I freak funk OHHHH the Monkees sayin, "Hell yeah" Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks
strong survive, but on the 6 or the 5 Live as hot as sex use to be at the Racket Wrong club with music by Andre Hatchet Or either Beat Box Ferris at
Fabo go, Fabo go, go Fabull go, Fabo go Lean wit' it, rock wit' it, bear ons Bankhead go Go Fabo go, Fabo go, go Fabo go, Fabo go Fo' the old folks, po' folks
I can [Am] settle dow-own and be doin' just fine Til I [E7] hear an old train rollin' down the [Am] line Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack And
Cell phone rung, but I didn't anwser Check my voice mail, my grandma got cancer Now she layin' up in a old folks home When it seamed like yesterday she was home
Can't stay at home, Can't stay at school. Old folks say, 'You poor little fool'. Down the street, I'm the girl next door. I'm the fox you've been waiting
like that whodi can't no girl fade me Meet me at the skatin' rink Oh Romeo give me a chance Too young I don't need a girlfriend Walk me home from school
will be a number runnas, ass off I had every with dirty even got a Nascar And you know we fucked up at it boss Aiyo my radar read, maps in Japanese Clap at
police sweat when they check this wreckless minority You want more of me, come to Oakland, that's where I be at Selling dope with my folks, come close
the porch hot Them folk say they sweepin', seekin' he who hold stock Ay, run, tell shawty, cut off, close shop I told them boys down there, homes in
streets where it's evil Community outcast, cold, tired and feeble I represent for the old folk that live alone No family or kids at home And all he
right Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home And the young folks roll on the floor Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Keep
them pretty flowers, Now you're nowhere to be found. 'call you up at midnight sometimes, I must admit, when I find you're not at home. My head heats
m chasing down a memory Of the way that things used to be Kids playing underneath and old street light Knowing they were safe when they laid down at
folks but they don't understand The words this old man got to say Oh I wish, I was eighteen again And going where I've never been Now old folks and old