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"Old School"
[feat. Phantogram]

[Verse 1:]
I'm old school like them base heads sleepin' with the needle
Cassette players blasting, they dreaming of the Beatles
Way past they prime, with no concept of time
They still tryin' to shine, yeah I'm speakin' to those people

I'm old school like playin' dice in the park
Carryin' heat, these kids got ice in they heart
And I understand they pain, they searching for better days
So I'm tryn' pave the way, I'm the light in the dark

I'm old school like the youth that reside in California
They parents said they gotta be a Doctor or a Lawyer
They givin' up they dreams of bigger and better things
And get stuck with two degrees and a horrible employer

I'm old school like polygamous relations
The girl isn't satisfied, she's gettin' so impatient
She fuck another man, and gets labeled as a tramp
And ends up overdosing, man that bitch was fuckin' crazy, for real

[Verse 2:]
I got that old school feel, I'm JFK real
Check my fuckin' reel, yeah
You'll prolly see a buncha clips of me and Marley smokin' up
Jimmy taught me the guitar, I was focused bruh

Hittin' woodstock, naked with these bad bitches
Makin' up for all the days we never had riches
Pink Floyd on repeat while the acid hits
Having sex on the grass, no mattresses

Gettin' stoned with the Stones, we was trippin' out to Bob Dylan's Bringin' It All Back Home
Reminiscin' on the good ol' days
Visitin' my high school homies, man the hood don't change

Uh, at every Laker game, threatenin' the Celtic fans
Makin' bitches knees shake like the Elvis dance
We stayed runnin' through pussy, check my insoles
Gettin' head backstage at the Prince show

Damn, I never met a woman like Sade
Her personality was sweeter than her voice
I kept hittin' on her, but she never got the point
So I fucked her best friend, she ain't leave me with a choice

Me and Chaka Khan was both fans of Michael Jordan
I'm talkin' Carolina, way before Mike was scorin'
35 a game, I still have his rookie card
We both dipped our hands in the same cookie jar

I remember Mike Jack did the moon walk
Back in '88, left everybody in the room shocked
Time to hit the beach and surf those waves
I broke up with my girl, she loved Kurt Kobain

It's all good though, cause I really wanted Madonna
My ex liked that broke shit, but I wanted designer
Enjoy the silence bitch, I ain't gon' stress though
That's the first time I discovered the Depeche Mode

Then I met Tommy Yorke on a flight back to London
What a great time to be a youngin'
He told me stay clear of the dumb shit
And constantly reminded me to focus on just one chick

I met that girl when I got introduced to Nas
And my life changed, ok now I'm in the right game...

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