Old Boy-Brick&Mortar
What up what up old boy
It took awhile to find you to track you down
By the river with them cold boys
I heard you made a million
It doesn't matter what I do or say
I never ever seem to get his attention
He lives a hundred-thousand miles away
I can't decide if he's a middle religion
I can't be the best Still I hold on to
Won't be the best Still I hold on to
I can't be the best Still I hold on to
Won't be the best Still I hold on to
Still I hold on to
What up what up old boy
It took awhile to find you to track you down
By the river with them cold boys
I heard you made a million
Hi
I am your son
You are to blame
Goodbye
I can't be the best Still I hold on to
Won't be the best Still I hold on to
I can't be the best Still I hold on to
Won't be the best Still I hold on to
And still I hold on to
I can't be the best Still I hold on to
Won't be the best Still I hold on to
I can't be the best Still I hold on to
Won't be the best Still I hold on to more
Something more
Something more
Something Something Something
Something
What up what up old boy
It took awhile to find you to track you down
By the river with them cold boys
It tool awhile to find you