got children and Marylin is still just looking for a one night love affair there's a time to laugh and a time to cry goodbye old friends - goodbye I read
roaster, skin cola Girl, when I send for ya, bring friends, wontcha? I'm from the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 percent of culture Breeze through with that old school
be I'm not cryin' 'cause I feel so sorry for you, I'm cryin' for me I got up and dialed your number, and your voice came on the line With that old familiar
home alright And glory days I can't relive Stories I'll never forget And I don't know no friends like the old friends I never seem to laugh now like
Ooo? baby ?Ooo?, said ?Ooo? And the days go by like a strand in the wind In the web that is my own, I begin again Said to my friend, baby, nothin' else
-shirt throw ya We're just boys making noise With the Southern voice, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Southern voice I got a Southern voice Southern voice
girl seduce us, they come in Deuces when I cut em off they always become a nuisance n-ggas take my old flows and they take my old swag he just took my old
[J.Cole:] Damn, cold world I never thought I see that day that you're my old girl Now I'm stuck here hollering at old girl Got one, got two, three four
bride But something touched me deep inside the day the music died So bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good old
Hello, darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision That
I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear But I knew that it would come An old true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone She said you found someone
Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that
Best friends can become strangers But I don't want that, no not for you If you just stay with me, we could make it through So here we are again, the same old
So, my friend Voices from the past reunite at last Back when we grew up on the streets The world was at our feet Do you recall the two of us? How we
best friend Would be your worst enemy and your enemy your best friend Stare into the air, inspiration from the atmosphere I think of old ghosts, that
all the time like a giant carbonated soda S O D A, soda I saw the little runt sitting there on a log I asked him his name and in a raspy voice he said
Hallelujah can tell this Devin's got some shit wouldn't give a fuck if you dissed Because shit to each's own and each owns voice You stealin', killin'
surroundings, yet you still can't move Water shootin' outta your eyes you hear this dude And the voice is much louder, than the voice that you Thought was the voice
