Paroles:
James Old Ways

birthed By these old ways Somedays I fall from the sky Shoot myself down when I fly so high Trash my acheivements Wish I could die To these old ways

soul food Collards and neck bones Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass As James Baldwin says You

(feat. Chrisette Michele) [Nas:] There comes a day in ya life When ya wanna kick back Straw hat on the porch When you old perhaps Wanna gather your thoughts

I rap for all thug cliques bloods and crips Niggas who hate the cameras and loving the chips Caught in solitude old timers taught me how to move Fort

me, what you gonna do when it all goes down And there ain't another piece of the pie? Old ways got to be the best ways now to pull our fats out of the

wait One day I'll be famous, I'll be proper and prim Go to St. James so often I will call it St. Jim One evening the king will say, "Oh, Liza, old thing

ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made

year old child, named Lisa. Lisa, pure as the thriven snow. But she was thriven in other ways as well, I'll tell you about that later.

James Pick Up The Phone Cos I Know You Wanna Speak Its Been A Week I Aint A Creep Fulfilled Your Needs And Fantasies Just Like The Old Times Remember The Old