ve had too much to drink As my mind and my body collide Please forgive me If I don't know what to do It's an old, old fire, this familiar desire And
owl, old and wise The lord of wood with silent eyes The cock screams at the first spark of dawn That's my cue and I'll be moving on and on And let the
upon a time, everything I thought of Somehow seemed to rhyme The wise were always old And
There's gonna be a change of season Indian summer look around and it's gone Why you wanna save the best for last We grow up so slowly and grow old so
boy was hot and didn't give a fuck (Scandalous) Runnin' up in that black mask, niggas if you got cash Drop it off in that bag and make craps fast Destroyin
heart But each time that I'm almost in your arms This old school teacher brain of mine Keeps bringing in false alarms Then my head rolls instead and I'm wise
a nympho Raised in the temple of Chi, taught to look into the eye I identify with dobbs and weaves, and niggaz makin moves that bob and weave, and niggaz
And never, could kick a verse When worse come to worse I'm better Shine like genuine rhine and black patented leather On half naked honeys who forgot
with the mack and courage Parallel to a carrousel of murders I prefer to make a life than take a life Stopped at a street called Wise and made a right
all be happy and we'll all be wise And we'll all bow down to the burning sky Then we'll all be happy and we'll all be wise And together we will live
Old house I should have a good day should I have a bad should I get something out see what I've had? can I stay a young man or grow old and fat don't
The UK and old Mick Jagger will adopt A strangle and a swagger Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah baby Rick Wakeman will take up the electric guitar, ha And
dear You'll get what you?re given And everything's gonna be alright (What the uff do you know?) Just ?cause you're old you think you?re wise (Who the
Old father time will never harm you If your charm still remains After you grow old baby You don't have to be a cold baby Keep young and beautiful It
Well, she got her daddy's car And she cruised through the hamburger stand now Seems she forgot all about the library Like she told her old man now And
, hey hey I watch the old folks sit alone They talk to ghosts they used to know Where are the wise men of the tribe Where are the midwives and the newborn
huh Mic check, one, two It's Juvenile comin' through Uh uh, c'mon, c'mon Who the man? If I ain't it, nigga can't claim it I can take a small name and
the bass and treble hit So wise up, keepin' yo eyes up I'm lookin' for bitches and bitches to size up I bust one and thumps one, I bust two and rise