制作

出演艺人
Avantdale Bowling Club
Avantdale Bowling Club
表演者
作曲和作词
Tom Scott
Tom Scott
词曲作者

歌词

[Verse 1]
Yeah
One of them days
And we were chillin' at the park
Feeling like um, met her at the ark
Killin' it like Starks at the garden
Feelin' myself, my self-esteem can't be guarded
Be on my Carmen Sand Diego
Just got back from florence
And I got a little bit off that parisian steez in me still
My knees on Grant Hill , but I still feel like Phil
I'm on the zen ting, feel like I just won my tenth ring
I'm on
I could shoot the sun into a wedding ring from half court
It's pourin', shots fallin' like all them trash talkin'
Like I'm Jordan off the back board for boredom
Like it was H.O.R.S.E., callin' it before I even saw it
Feelin' like, I ain't even shoot it, I just thought into existence
You know that feel?
Oh, four Pistons
Free will got me like Wilt
Six two sixes, game point that's our check
From long distance
I hit the swish, and then I hit the spliff and kiss the misses
And it was like that
And it was like that, sometimes
I just goes like that
Sometimes, sometimes
It just kinda go like that
[Verse 2]
And we were just sittin' round
Sittin' round at the park
Said we gonna burn the tree
And then we watch the fire start (We are)
We are nothing but some old dogs
Runnin' round in the grass
Said we gonna hit the tree
Then hit the shot off the glass (We are, we are)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, we crack a bit
Sit back and stare
I catch a man
I scratch my beard
Me and the homies, and we feelin' like the poor man's Cavaliers
Could be anywhere in this whole world
But, I'm happy here right now
I'm feelin' it felt so right I had to write it down
Standin' about five nine, but I felt like Yao
Up in the post, chillin' with those close enough to know my nose hairs
Cheers to all the years that we spent in the middle of nowhere
Goin' some place with a numb face
So Sunday's come down would feel this good
Six foot ten high, livin' like drift wood
Thoughts flow like lawn bowls roll, more joints rolled
Then passed to the left like the wing of our bird flyin' in circles
We deal out ideals like cards
Share our feels like psalms, avant-garde point guards
We doin' our best Descartes
We doin' our half-arse Marx
We countin' dyin' stars
We talk about death, then laugh
We know this shit ain't gonna last
Take two puffs and then we pass
There's one beer left, now we're sittin' in the dark
Ain't no tree left to burn, there ain't no question left to ask
Just some old dogs, sittin', watchin' time run past, in the park
[Verse 4]
And we were just sittin' round
Sittin' round at the park
Said we gonna burn the tree
And then we watch the fire start (We are)
We are nothing but some old dogs
Runnin' round in the grass
Said we gonna hit the tree
Then hit the shot off the glass (We are, we are)
[Verse 5]
Well, I'm livin', free spirit, so let me roam
No limit, all's forgiven, let me feed my soul
Well, I'm livin', free spirit, so let me roam
No limit, all's forgiven, let me feed my soul
[Verse 6]
All of my responsibilities (Out the window)
Kick the socks off and feel the breeze (You know I)
Sunny days got me real at ease
Only way I can feel at peace (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause all of my frets
All of my woes, all of my stress
Fall off my shoulders, I'm blessed
All of my close ones, come rest
Follow my glow
And we can link up when it's high tide
Jump off on the high side
King tuck when I climb
Cityscapes and skylines
So just disconnect your wifi
Open up your eyes like
You need those rays today
Old dogs keep agin', believe
But cherish these memories
They indeed won't fade away
[Verse 7]
Last night, I slept in the open
Down by the redwood tree
Last night, I slept in the open
Just to let, just to let my soul be free
Last night, I slept in the open
Down by the redwood tree
Written by: Tom Scott
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