Jethro - OL' FOLKS

Too far gone'll scare the old folks
Scare the ol' folks
Scare the ol', scare the ol', scare the ol'

Okay Boomer, I'll calm down
Right after I see you wipe that fucking frown
Right off your fucking face, you lived rather shamelessly as a pressure named Grace
And under you small children
Experienced trauma in lieu of enlightened building
The only proactive activ- wait, what the fuck
The fuck's going on
Oh, cut to the end
You were cut on the descend of the glass ceiling
And all the way into the rut you had to fend
For a piece of rope, you can't escape and
At last you see red
From the comfort of the cold air around your deathbed, uh
Told my new girl that I won't fuck her and leave
In reality I'd dip for Sativ- oh wait, wait wait
Hold on, wrong album
Yeah, wrong fuckin' album, my bad

Written by:
Zachariah Guilbert

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