my mind I'm sick of loneliness and pain I used to be young and free Worried about my legacy Now I'm aged and alone I'm getting old and growing up It
occupates my mind I'm sick of loneliness and pain I used to be young and free Worried about my legacy Now I'm aged and alone I'm getting old and growing
to forget the past Lost too many niggas (?) keep the liquor stashed My flows off the ropes, uppercuts, stick to jabs Shorty wanna grab, catch a couple nuts, hit the cab
will grow old together we will play bridge and texas hold 'em Duane and stevie cab they still skateboard But most of us lawn bowl and shuffleboard We may be getting
, looking for a cab back to Bagenham To kick back and cotch With this sexy blue eyed brunette girl that I got With the light in the cab it was more than
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow And so am I Work day passes like molasses in winter time But it's July Getting paid by the hour and
A cold and porcelain lonely in an old New York hotel A stranger to a city that she used to know so well Bathing in a bathroom that is bathed in the first
When these bones are old and brittle? I wait to talk when I should listen And cloud mistakes with false revisions All my friends are forward-thinking Getting
my attitude offensive, well honey that's just too damn bad Well I've seen it in the papers, how Jerry Jeff is getting old He's an aging desperado, too old
cab pulled off from me, from me Been awhile since I seen your smile And I don't know when I'll see you again, hopefully soon In old magnolia's room
he might toss it Told him tell they stole it, he told her he lost it She told him get off it and a bunch other more shit Getting money, DT's be getting
you were gone, man, gone you just kept getting in the bath and getting out and letting the water run out and then getting in again and all that food
high pressure today And now he's getting wet It's a rainy day, a rainy day ... Rosalie Mac Lovely is waiting for a cab In the middle of the pouring rain Old
pass 'em up The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in 'em In and out of lanes like a New York cab I'm Mr. Ol' King, that New York cab Who's this
'em up The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in 'em In and out of lanes like a New York cab I'm Mr. Ol' King, that New York cab Who's this fake
I found out before I brought her home But then forgot to get my change from the cab driver, oh no The bartender and the convenience store clerk It's getting
And I'm workin with more hammers than you can imagine And when I get in the booth I do it with passion niggaz It's the same old kiss mango six Seats
