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thijmen van daalen - old spice lyrics

[verse 1]

i f-ck with khalifa and that’s
either wiz or mia
shoutout to the rocket-man
burning up korea (yeah, so)
all i ever wanted was my
own angelina
i sit down with my preacher
say we need a different leader huh
i know that i’m talking ‘bout
drugs an awful very lot
but what else do you want from me?
guess that’s what i’m all about
couple bags, a bottle, i’m
stuck, hey can you get me out?
cooking up old spice
yes, i feel like terry now

now put your ears to speaker
that’s me
i hope that you’re proud, dear teacher
we’ll see
regarding short bus, i know that this counts
but most of ‘em sound so cheap, almost free
i’m naked down to my socks
if chilly turns in to hot, best believe i won’t flee

[pre-chorus]

it goes one fine day
all of his work will set him free, and it
won’t be long until folks on the hill
will turn and see that

[chorus]

the boy way down in the boondocks made a couple
bucks, all he need is a couple more, nah
lord have mercy, the soul is the
only thing left to keep
but the boy way down in the boondocks looks at the
moon, that’s all he see
the lights from the house on the hill is
all he really need

[verse 2]

dropping solo’s, all the bars locked
run this sh-t ‘till after i drop
this my die-aria, like bach or chewie
down the line i’ll stop
i hear it’s lonely at the top
to sum it up they’ll want my kn-b
most of ‘em will schlob
with every ounce of power they got

built my own studio
so the quality’s controlled
you should turn the radio off
the hype ain’t what you’re told
i’ll be pushing new waves way
until after i’m old
so you better get your ark up
before the lumber’s sold

i’m on that russ sh-t, do it my own
producing, mixing, master from home
originality, quality, flow, bars, and vibe
put all in one song
already oversea, nowhere to go
green in my grocery, pockets is low
broccoli thinking i’m healthy as sh-t
but look in the mirror, i gotta say ‘no’

couple of dudes i know stuck in the past
ain’t sticking around, imma pull up real fast
all of my limits i think they could die
k!lling the sky, my rocket has p-ssed
full of pizzazz, i do what want
“how ‘bout you feature me?”
how ‘bout i don’t
dripping in cool, look at my style
here for while, so get used to that

too swamped to remain a loner
i’m shrek and you’ll be fiona
two onions with sweet aroma, uh

[pre-chorus]

it goes one fine day
all of his work will set him free, and it
won’t be long until folks on the hill
will turn and see that

[chorus]
the boy way down in the boondocks made a couple
bucks, all he need is a couple more, nah
lord have mercy, the soul is the
only thing left to keep
but the boy way down in the boondocks looks at the
moon, that’s all he see
the lights from the house on the hill is
all he really need

- thijmen van daalen lyrics

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