Old Sport

Old sport, it looks like a boring dream
You've been so quick to learn and mimic maturity
Pouring that 8.6 in a wine glass
Even that cross-legged posture has a different vibe
Oh
Just has a different vibe

You wear your black and white suit and your daily face
Must have been a while, man
Mess is a choice we used to make
Should I leave my shoes at the door?

You found a meaning, you found a job
If I just say a word I'll blow on the house of cards
Breaking the ice would mean breaking eggs too
You know I'll keep my bitter thoughts for myself
Oh
For myself

You wear your black and white suit and your daily face
Must have been a while man
Mess is a choice we used to make
Should I leave my shoes at the door



Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Davila, Jean Delterme
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