Old Boy

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 myth or a legend

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

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 took awhile to find you



Credits
Writer(s): John Tacon, Brandon Asraf
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