Old Boy - Brick & Lace
Written by：Brandon Asraf/John Tacon
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
I can't be the best still I hold on to
Won't be the best still I hold on to
More ohh
Something more ohh
Something more ohh
Something something
Something 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