I'm all right But it's rainin' down Georgia Such a cold, old lonesome night in Georgia Sometimes y'all it just rains Rains One of them old slow drizzling
gonna have to ask you to refrain from the language) the car goin two hundred miles an hour WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOIN?! (Please Mr. Rapper, please refrain
falls on the halls of power new babies being born every hour and the eagle keeps watch on the old clock tower over me. . . CHORUS On the train I refrain
tell you where you are You?re in between things and only go half way Your tangled brain, your tired old refrain You?d be singing it in your tired old
best friend Would be your worst enemy and your enemy your best friend Stare into the air, inspiration from the atmosphere I think of old ghosts, that
, somebody cares Somebody loves you, someone somewhere But if nobody's there Here they come again, whispers in my head Same old sad refrain wished I'
There was a time when I thought of no other And we sang our own love's refrain Our hearts beat as one as we had our fun But time changes everything When
time put before me, They say 'Be patient', but what the fuck is patience when my heart is racin'? Put yourself in my situation, Try to be humble, you won't refrain
Stayed home longer just to make sure everything was on straight All systems go cut the umbilical cord From old earth to new earth Manhattan to turf For
life could be so hard I never really new pain til I got scared I never knew people could be so cold I never knew wrong til I was ten years old I never
summer days by cool waterfalls Like the music we hear Those things we'll always hold dear Like an old fashioned waltz Like an old fashioned waltz An old
Journey back to Dixie Land In dreams again with me Oh, it seems like your daddy Was there once again And the old folks were hummin' That same old refrain
from heaven came a light The Son of God, a carpenter and He came with a plan To build a house where heaven could be offered unto men Refrain: (Bum)
my cup Still a nigga givin' a fuck You can get touched, pussy nigga spillin' them guts Man they wanna see the boss don I be stompin' on the hardest streets they walk on Old
, hut three Your family ? calico eighty one to your chest Randy moss How much the candy cost? Then im explainin to folks Its terrific but be specific The ? the coke I refrain
reaching out for my water bottle Tryin to figure what nigga, why and by who, then Before you know it, the other voice told it It was homie from the old
day . . ." Repeat Refrain To sleep without dreams So distant from the mirror Imitating clarity, disguising All the terror . . . I heard a thousand bells From a thousand old
