Lyrics to Golden Oldies
I'm tryna show you old is golden
It might be old but it ain't broken
Yo; are these supposed to be poems?
I got poetry in my bones
I come from broken homes, the era of rotary phones
Put on some 80s R&B, with my chick, she's new
She told me, "that's the same music that my dad would listen to"
I don't know if I should be laughin' or stressin'
My girl was born the same year Daddy Kane dropped "Half-Steppin'"
We fight every day, there gotta be a better way
I like guns and boxing and Peckinpah to get away
She said she hates boxing compared to MMA
She never heard of NWA, she only knows Em and Dre
She said I'm primitive, politics today are more progressive
She gets mad when I tell her that men shouldn't wear dresses
While I'm cherishing my collection of every vinyl LP
She's in the mirror with duck lips tryna take a selfie
I'm raised on X Clan, Brand Nubian and Chuck D
She was raised on Imagine Dragons and Arctic Monkey
I'm not tryna dance to trap music or dubstep
I'm the old man in the club with a headache upset
She said, "your outdated slangs are gonna make me go crazy"
I'm like, "Girl, I'm outta here, peace, ghost, Swayze!" Ha!
I'm tryna show you old is golden
It might be old but it ain't broken
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is (say what?)
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is
I laid down for a nap first
'N then I took the stage
My back hurt, my skin looked like suede
Used to get play in an earlier day
But that was way before my soul patch turned grey
Wanna live forever like Wu-Tang
And keep coming back like a boomerang
I need somethin' to reduce the pain
Repair my shoe game
And maybe even learn to use the new slang (new slang)
I'm tryna age like a bottle of grapes
The vintage, no expiration date
Just a Rhymesayers stamp on the bottom of the case
Rinse your mouth with it, swallow the taste
Ehh, I'm awfully rare, that's why they stop and stare
And when I'm gone, pop a shot in the air
But as long as you got me on my rockin' chair
I'm still droppin' science in each thoughts I share
I'm tryna show you old is golden
It might be old but it ain't broken
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is (say what?)
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is
They say I'm old-fashioned
I say I'm grown and knowledgeable
I'm hip-hop 'til I'm dead or rottin' in the hospital
Rockin' the gospel like the son of God's apostles
Even if they treat us like dinosaurs or forgotten fossils
Some say I'm a troll and a grumpy old a-hole
'Cause I prefer Kool Moe Dee and Melle Mel over J. Cole
Age ain't a white-rappin' death sentence
When I'm sixty, I'll have shaved eyebrows
Wearin' 80s African pendants
Spazzin' out like epileptics
In the mirror, doin' the Kid 'n Play Kick Step to Salt-N-Pepa records
Callin' groupies skeezers, never romantic
Wearin' a gold rope chain holdin' my old man dick, so
Don't discredit or disrespect the age
I'll be the best of every decade 'til I'm dead in the grave, and
Reagan was the Pres, but I voted for Shirley Chisholm
Did you understand that lyric?
You're too young, of course you didn't
C'mon!
It might be old but it ain't broken
Yo; are these supposed to be poems?
I got poetry in my bones
I come from broken homes, the era of rotary phones
Put on some 80s R&B, with my chick, she's new
She told me, "that's the same music that my dad would listen to"
I don't know if I should be laughin' or stressin'
My girl was born the same year Daddy Kane dropped "Half-Steppin'"
We fight every day, there gotta be a better way
I like guns and boxing and Peckinpah to get away
She said she hates boxing compared to MMA
She never heard of NWA, she only knows Em and Dre
She said I'm primitive, politics today are more progressive
She gets mad when I tell her that men shouldn't wear dresses
While I'm cherishing my collection of every vinyl LP
She's in the mirror with duck lips tryna take a selfie
I'm raised on X Clan, Brand Nubian and Chuck D
She was raised on Imagine Dragons and Arctic Monkey
I'm not tryna dance to trap music or dubstep
I'm the old man in the club with a headache upset
She said, "your outdated slangs are gonna make me go crazy"
I'm like, "Girl, I'm outta here, peace, ghost, Swayze!" Ha!
I'm tryna show you old is golden
It might be old but it ain't broken
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is (say what?)
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is
I laid down for a nap first
'N then I took the stage
My back hurt, my skin looked like suede
Used to get play in an earlier day
But that was way before my soul patch turned grey
Wanna live forever like Wu-Tang
And keep coming back like a boomerang
I need somethin' to reduce the pain
Repair my shoe game
And maybe even learn to use the new slang (new slang)
I'm tryna age like a bottle of grapes
The vintage, no expiration date
Just a Rhymesayers stamp on the bottom of the case
Rinse your mouth with it, swallow the taste
Ehh, I'm awfully rare, that's why they stop and stare
And when I'm gone, pop a shot in the air
But as long as you got me on my rockin' chair
I'm still droppin' science in each thoughts I share
I'm tryna show you old is golden
It might be old but it ain't broken
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is (say what?)
Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is
And it still is
They say I'm old-fashioned
I say I'm grown and knowledgeable
I'm hip-hop 'til I'm dead or rottin' in the hospital
Rockin' the gospel like the son of God's apostles
Even if they treat us like dinosaurs or forgotten fossils
Some say I'm a troll and a grumpy old a-hole
'Cause I prefer Kool Moe Dee and Melle Mel over J. Cole
Age ain't a white-rappin' death sentence
When I'm sixty, I'll have shaved eyebrows
Wearin' 80s African pendants
Spazzin' out like epileptics
In the mirror, doin' the Kid 'n Play Kick Step to Salt-N-Pepa records
Callin' groupies skeezers, never romantic
Wearin' a gold rope chain holdin' my old man dick, so
Don't discredit or disrespect the age
I'll be the best of every decade 'til I'm dead in the grave, and
Reagan was the Pres, but I voted for Shirley Chisholm
Did you understand that lyric?
You're too young, of course you didn't
C'mon!
