Old Boy

What up, what up, old boy? It took a while 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.

Still I hold on to.

What up, what up, old boy? It took a while 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.

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.
More, something more, something more, something, something, something. Something.

What up what up, old boy? It took a while to find you, to track you down. By the river with them cold boys, it took a while to find you