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.
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