New Shoes

I been called some bad things, fell in on and out of praise

I been on this soul train longer than you

I'm way past my bad days, some things get better with age

Red wine, fine art, Chanel says it's true

If you're trying to hang, pray, tell, gotta keep it old school

Baby, I don't suffer no fools

Learning new tricks in the new age

It's a highlight so I light the sage

I work hard but I play hard too

Macallan, I go down smooth

Ain't nobody truth like I do

Five, four, three, two

Mama's got some

New shoes, new shoes

But I keep it

Old school, old school

Mama's got some

New shoes, new shoes

But I keep it

Old school, old school

Nowhere near the casket, still got a couple of tricks

Better than your imagination, I'm at The Louvre

Had a lot of practice losing all my innocence

I'm not afraid of my birthday suit

If you're trying to hang, pray, tell, gotta keep it old school

Baby, I don't suffer no fools

Learning new tricks in the new age

It's a highlight so I light the sage

I work hard but I play hard too

Macallan, I go down smooth

Ain't nobody truth like I do

Five, four, three, two

Mama's got some

New shoes, new shoes

But I keep it

Old school, old school

Mama's got some

New shoes, new shoes

But I keep it

Old school, old school

Five, four, three, two

Ooh

Five, four, three, two

Ooh

Five, four, three, two

Ooh

Five, four, three, two

New shoes, new shoes

But I keep it

Old school, old school

Mama's got some

New shoes, new shoes

But I keep it

Old school, old school

Mama's got some

New shoes, new shoes

Five, four, three, two

But I keep it

Ooh

Old school, old school

Five, four, three, two

Mama's got some

Ooh

New shoes, new shoes

Five, four, three, two

But I keep it

Ooh

Old school, old school

Five, four, three, two

Five, four, three, two

Ooh

Five, four, three, two

Ooh

Five, four, three, two

Ooh

Five, four, three, two

Ooh