(Verse 1)
Always got a loose exclusive
Prostitute tossed a noose said 'use it'
'I don't know how I feel sir'
'well son here's to improvement'
So I left like the rain to a drain
In the underground sewers, dope in the vein
I'm shaking movers, cope with the pain
If you break that tumour, soak in the stain
So plain, you can't see thomas, accomplishing every act
Ironic I train tracks in my raps but remain fat
Hollering maybach music, I'm may's cracked cupid
I may act stupid, when I mainline 99 blue spit
Juice it for the crowd baby, one day they'll love you maybe
I glove my crooked mouth, and brush up on every hand that made me
What an outstanding baby, who became a brilliant child
An average boy then a mediocre man with the ghost of a crooked smile
I look to look sometimes, I cook to hook sometimes
I've shot the hoof in rhymes, and pushed at the foot of a crooked spine
She's mine, she's mine, she's mine, I said into my mirror
But a hand shot out of the frame with Lupe tape saying here's the elixir, fix it
(Chorus)
Old School Baby Girl can't feel it
Old News, Young World, can you hear it?
Y'all better stand clear I'm fearless
I'm fearless, I'm fearless
Got a hand on the devil's shoulder
Other hand on a cocked revolver
I roll with the soul of the old her
I roll with the soul of the old...
(Verse 2)
6 long boxes got boxed up with a padlock in a storage locker
One childhood left bereft and neglected with a bent edge and a stopper
One fifth of vodka, drop it, one sip of absynthe, vomit
One rip off a madlib torrent, back to imagining California
He drives all night but the sight of a bright highway doesn't ease the pain
Got a sunroof like he can't see the rain
Got a drum loop like he might speak again
I now see that he's insane, so I ask him 'please explain?'
He says he's me if I never achieve or indeed dream again
That's scary, this scares me, this could be me but barely
My future's mine but life's design might leave me quite contrary
So I grab for the snare and release a
Rage for the kids, with a kick drum beater
Cymbals crash as I meet the reaper
But I do not fear him you shouldn't either
It's a team up
David and the Mona Lisa
In a beat up two seater
Listening to 'My Adidas'
But I run to keep up, up
Gotta run to keep up
If you're not dead inside by the time you're 25 don't kick your feet up
(Chorus)
Always got a loose exclusive
Prostitute tossed a noose said 'use it'
'I don't know how I feel sir'
'well son here's to improvement'
So I left like the rain to a drain
In the underground sewers, dope in the vein
I'm shaking movers, cope with the pain
If you break that tumour, soak in the stain
So plain, you can't see thomas, accomplishing every act
Ironic I train tracks in my raps but remain fat
Hollering maybach music, I'm may's cracked cupid
I may act stupid, when I mainline 99 blue spit
Juice it for the crowd baby, one day they'll love you maybe
I glove my crooked mouth, and brush up on every hand that made me
What an outstanding baby, who became a brilliant child
An average boy then a mediocre man with the ghost of a crooked smile
I look to look sometimes, I cook to hook sometimes
I've shot the hoof in rhymes, and pushed at the foot of a crooked spine
She's mine, she's mine, she's mine, I said into my mirror
But a hand shot out of the frame with Lupe tape saying here's the elixir, fix it
(Chorus)
Old School Baby Girl can't feel it
Old News, Young World, can you hear it?
Y'all better stand clear I'm fearless
I'm fearless, I'm fearless
Got a hand on the devil's shoulder
Other hand on a cocked revolver
I roll with the soul of the old her
I roll with the soul of the old...
(Verse 2)
6 long boxes got boxed up with a padlock in a storage locker
One childhood left bereft and neglected with a bent edge and a stopper
One fifth of vodka, drop it, one sip of absynthe, vomit
One rip off a madlib torrent, back to imagining California
He drives all night but the sight of a bright highway doesn't ease the pain
Got a sunroof like he can't see the rain
Got a drum loop like he might speak again
I now see that he's insane, so I ask him 'please explain?'
He says he's me if I never achieve or indeed dream again
That's scary, this scares me, this could be me but barely
My future's mine but life's design might leave me quite contrary
So I grab for the snare and release a
Rage for the kids, with a kick drum beater
Cymbals crash as I meet the reaper
But I do not fear him you shouldn't either
It's a team up
David and the Mona Lisa
In a beat up two seater
Listening to 'My Adidas'
But I run to keep up, up
Gotta run to keep up
If you're not dead inside by the time you're 25 don't kick your feet up
(Chorus)
( Tom Cross )
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