Toss me a breath, when you hold me down hot like a razor on my face something's growing that don't help me now paging the doctor just in case
Low and behold things are killing me silly expectations of a dream girls are gonna love the way i toss my hair boys are gonna hate the way i seem
Day old, day old, day old day old, day old, day old, day old blues
Peach Christmas night spittin' German ling feels like a fast or homeless sleep least there's a record that i love to play dreaming 'bout a place i'll never see
(refrain: Day Old...)
Betty, Betty, Annie is a praying baby with a man-like lungs Smell her crying fighting back a fever mad as hell give up