Brick + Mortar - Old Boy

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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
And 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…
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