Текст песни Thrilla - Wesley Joseph
Old-school
Old-school
like
them
summer
days
I
woke
to
with
no
clue
Feel
it
on
your
skin,
the
cold
truth,
it
cold
soon
Yeah,
that's
how
you
know
I'm
local,
I'm
local
Where
I'm
comin'
from
we
soulful,
hopeful
This
time
my
brothers
going
global,
bi-coastal
Get
in
touch
with
me
by
postal,
not
with
the
social
I'm
off
the
edge,
at
least
I'm
close
to,
the
bitter
snow
due
I'm
feelin'
vocal
Marvel
in
reflection,
just
a
blind
man
with
another
sense
Balancin'
potential
and
its
negligence
See,
you
wasn't
born
like
this,
arsonist
It
doesn't
just
come
like
this,
hard
to
digest
In
your
chest,
speak
it,
but
it
don't
exist
Uh,
I
bе
the
old-school
Thrilla
Back
in
the
winter
in
some
loose-fittin'
linen
Uh,
yeah,
and
then
my
phone
does
not
pick
up
Ghost
with
the
shimmer,
see
the
light
bulb
flicker
Uh,
yeah,
and
all
my
darg
dem
are
realer
Soaked
in
the
liquor,
but
the
soul
sees
it
clearer
Uh,
yeah,
I
put
the
wave
in
fruition
Got
the
ocean
in
my
system
and
it
'bout
to
follow
through
Follow
who?
These
brothers
savin'
face
and
I
can't
relate
Was
jumpin'
train,
lookin'
at
the
planes
Now
they
feelin'
strange
I
got
a
taste,
this
that
bitter-sweet
heat
beneath
your
feat
Won't
play
it
safe,
visions
in
my
dreams,
who
do
you
believe?
They
fear
the
change,
lookin'
hollow,
tomorrow
divided
in
barricades
Thought
I
saw
the
future
comin'
close,
but
that
was
yesterday
Way
back
on
the
island,
grandad
cuttin'
up
that
sugarcane
Told
me
love
is
violent,
but
nothin'
good
painless
anyway
Uh,
so
I'm
just
waitin'
by
the
riverside
(side,
the
side)
Just
watchin'
time
go
by
(go
by,
go
by)
Ayy,
and
if
you
don't
know
what
the
river's
like
(It's
like,
it's
like)
Uh,
you
should
take
a
dive,
no
lie
I
lie
behind
the
madness,
I
was
vanished,
now
I'm
showin'
late
Life
with
no
escape
will
make
you
feel
a
way
(a
way)
But
there's
magic
in
the
sadness
if
you
watchin'
when
I
levitate
I
celebrate
this
moment
like
I
know
my
fate
(ayy,
ayy)
3 AM
dancin'
in
the
rave
on
my
lonely
(lonely)
3 AM
dancin'
in
the
rave,
rave,
rave,
rave
Uh,
I
be
the
old-school
Thrilla
Back
in
the
winter
in
some
loose-fittin'
linen
Uh,
yeah,
and
then
my
phone
does
not
pick
up
Ghost
with
the
shimmer,
see
the
light
bulb
flicker
Uh,
yeah,
and
all
my
darg
dem
are
realer
Soaked
in
the
liquor,
but
the
soul
see
it
clearer
Uh,
yeah,
I
put
the
wave
in
fruition
Got
the
ocean
in
my
system
and
it
'bout
to
follow
through
All
of
my
lows
lookin'
the
same
Swallow
my
pride,
channel
my
rage
Where
have
you
been?
I
been
away
Under
my
skin,
stuck
in
my
ways
All
of
my
stress
put
on
a
page
What
I
possess,
it's
in
a
blaze
Nothin'
to
say,
just
get
out
the
flame
Cover
your
face
(look,
look)
The
energy
blessed,
watch
where
you
step
Crack
in
the
pave,
mid
of
the
west
When
are
you
comin'?
I'm
tellin'
them
next
Now
you
feelin'
the
breeze
when
it
blow
on
your
neck
Sick
of
these
brothers,
I'm
sick
of
these
figures
I
see
through
the
ceilin',
my
shoulders
is
killin'
My
head
stay
lif'
up,
lif'
up
Industry,
this
is
a
stick-up,
stick
up
Pavin'
a
way
like
back
in
the
day
When
the
cane
rows
came
tight
like
the
bars
I
write
Five-foot-nine,
but
you
still
look
up
and
it
ain't
my
time
But
you
still
look
up,
livin'
on
a
high
'til
I
fall
down
Lookin'
out
and
the
sun
don't
ever
come
down
'Til
it
dark
outside
and
the
kids
still
out
'Til
the
dawn
of
the
mornin',
the
kids
still
out
Lookin'
crazy,
yeah
On
occasion
with
me
It's
amazing,
yeah
How
you
hate
me,
yeah
3 AM
dancin'
in
the
rave
on
my
lonely
(lonely)
3 AM
dancin'
in
the
rave,
rave,
rave,
rave
4 AM
dancin'
'til
it's
late
on
my
lonely
(lonely)
4 AM
dancin'
in
the
rave,
rave,
rave,
rave
Uh,
I
be
the
old-school
Thrilla
Back
in
the
winter
in
some
loose-fittin'
linen
Uh,
yeah,
and
then
my
phone
does
not
pick
up
Ghost
with
the
shimmer,
see
the
light
bulb
flicker
Uh,
yeah,
and
all
my
darg
dem
are
realer
Soaked
in
the
liquor,
but
the
soul
see
it
clearer
Uh,
yeah,
I
put
the
wave
in
fruition
Got
the
ocean
in
my
system
and
it
'bout
to
follow
through
But
why
don't
you
ever
call
my
phone?
Why
don't
you
ever
call
me?
(Call
me)
Why
don't
you
ever
call
my
phone?
Why
don't
you
ever?
And
why
don't
you
ever
call
back
home?
Home
I
can't
forget
about
home,
so
what's
home?
Melody
and
bones
chillin',
young
lust
and
skin
drippin'
On
a
vibe
ting
Writin'
made
pictures
in
the
silence
Intermission
Summer
nights
caught
in
transition
Ain't
no
small-town
heroes
when
protagonists
missin'
Back
home
where
the
heart
is,
I
was
feeling
at
my
darkest
Back
home
where
the
art
is
and
that
grit
that
won't
tarnish
Phone
got
no
charge
in,
but
it
got
the
same
digits
Holdin'
a
same-day
ticket
for
a
visit
On
my
way
home
Look
at
me,
always,
I
got
faith
in
you
Know
the
same
songs,
written
for
you,
always
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