Wrinkles

Well old Bob hasn't got much but he values his boots He values the time he spends growin' flowers He still loves his babies that grew to be men He recalls all the days 'n' nights and the hours When he and his woman worked on the land In the heat and the dry, in the cold and the wet He still picks her a rose and his old heart still races She's still the most beautiful girl that he's met And you ask is he happy... and you ask is he happy...? He's got wrinkles from smiling, he feels lucky and free And he knows what it means to live here in the sunshine He's got wrinkles... He walks with Amelia down to the store With a little cane basket for the bread and the daily Sun Still hand in hand like babes in the meadows And young faces turn Love is so beautiful, it can be so deep And a man is a king when he has his own princess Bob wears no crown, no long flowing robe But there in his mind he still rides on his black stallion Then a cold winter came, and Bob was alone His beautiful princess had flown with the angels He faded so quickly, the man became old And the wandering dew soon covered the roses First just a cane, then a strong stick for walking Then just a chair with a grey old man dying All that he lived for was always beside him So Bob left in peace, to join his lady And you ask is he happy... and you ask is he happy...? He had wrinkles from smiling He felt lucky and free And he knew what it meant to live here in the sunshine He had wrinkles...

I might get sued by Steve Lacy But I'm gone lace this beat Lapping shady nigguhs Who running the game Lazily Freshman in this thang But I still play in the major leagues Though it's more my own If we being honest The gaze of me Probably cure cancer I'm pure but more What they hate to see So when I leave they life These hoes always they wanna make a scene Fresh out of scripts But I can flick my wrist And see your future dreams I'm moving scenes My nigguhs carry clips They call em movie scenes Direct me to some money Some knowledge or show some love to me Ain't always what it is But don't we work for what we want to be Been wanting YOU so long I'm unsure of what I want for me I swear I need it all But I got it And that's the irony She use the dryer for wrinkles And I prefer ironing It's risk up my choices And I'm rewarded in Diamonds Cubic to man made to VVS's I'm shining Just talking bout my soul I'm seeing the silver linings She use the dryer for her wrinkles I like ironing She use the dryer for her wrinkles I like ironing She use the dryer for her wrinkles I like ironing She use the dryer for her You get it If you don't get it Know you will in due time Sometimes I miss the message Til I look up the rhymes Now my genus is on genius Dispelling yo thoughts previous About this rapper from small town in Virginia North Face and Sobiato for dinner I enter being myself I mean what else could I be I'm already hot nigguh I'm 400 Degreez Even as a juvenile I had a knack for painting pictures I was 9 When I knew Jesus was black From the scriptures 13 when I saw We was all in this mixture Of hate filled love Distracted by pretty fixtures They tell us to love each other Then feed us the reasons not to They fuck over one another This probably not about you But you gone kill your brother If you feel that you can't out due Even if he wasn't shit That just says something about you To the dead homies I'm sorry this won't about you She use the dryer for her wrinkles I like ironing She use the dryer for her wrinkles I like ironing She use the dryer for her wrinkles I like ironing She use the dryer for her You get it