B R I C K & M O R G A N T - O n e | Текст песни

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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 middle religion

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

Something more

What up what up, old boy?
It took awhile to find you, to track you down
By the river with them cold boys
It tool awhile to find yo