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Old School
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Old School κυκλοφόρησε στις 31 Οκτωβρίου 2019 από Fishdog Records ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Old School
ΆλμπουμOld School
31 Οκτωβρίου 2019
ΕτικέταFishdog Records
ΓλώσσαEnglish
BPM71
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[Verse 1]
Shake a man's hand and look him in the eye
Is that so hard to do?
Don't blow smoke, don't tell lies
Son, just tell the truth
There's rumors going round all around town
You've been talking shit
You say I can't play and you say I can't sing
And my songs, they won't be hits
I've never been a violent man
I'd rather be drinking beer
But that's the name granddaddy gave me
And let me make it clear
[Verse 2]
You're gonna shut your mouth
Or say it to my face
Or I'm gonna use your ass
Like a broom to sweep this place
Go on and call up your friends
You better bring a few
'Cause I come from a different time
When the men where all old school
[Verse 3]
I've seen your kind a thousand times
All baby-faced and cute
No calluses on your hands
No scuffs upon your boots
You probably think the holler
Is a rap song in your car
You don't know the first damn thing
About playing these smokey bars
[Verse 4]
You're gonna shut your mouth
Or say it to my face
Or I'm gonna use your ass
Like a broom to sweep this place
Go on and call up your friends
You better bring a few
'Cause I come from a different time
When the men where all old school
[Verse 5]
I don't care if you want to speak your mind, son
You got something to say?
All I ask you stand up, grow some balls, and say it to my face
'Cause if I keep hearing whispers, son
You're still talking shit
You're gonna owe me gas money to get back over here
And it's gonna be talk shit, get hit
[Verse 6]
You're gonna shut your mouth
Or say it to my face
Or I'm gonna use your ass
Like a broom to sweep this place
Go on and call up your friends
You better bring a few
'Cause I come from a different time
When the men where all old school
I come from a different time
'Cause my granddaddy sure was old school
[Verse 7]
It's up to you, son
This talk shit, get hit
What's that? I don't hear nothing
Yeah, that's what I thought
[Verse 8]
I'm waiting
Written by: Creed Fisher
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