Live and direct from Studio 2105.
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is it,
Old School Rocker Jam.
Are y'all ready, people?
It's time to get busy.
Yeah.
Let's go.
What, what, what, woo!
Yeah, what, what, come on now.
Yeah, what, what, what, yeah.
I hate when I struggle,
when I struggle,
you criticize.
And I hate when I do what I do with a watch that's nine to five.
And I hate when your sports the answer to my demise.
And I hate when you offer a nigga in your back with a smile.
So I tie me from your state of mind,
take these words from the wise.
I'm not a sinner,
not a saint,
not your idolistic prize.
You can take me up on this middle finger,
they see me asking why I'm the unheard.
That's left behind,
it's a garden for a few wise,
so I say.
Get your, get your, I'm an old school rocker.
Flashing through your speaker with a beat so proper.
Get your, get your, I'm an old school rocker.
Flashing through your speaker with a beat so proper.
I hate it when I'm told what I should or should not do.
And I hate it when your ignorance is a hope for me to get through.
So save me from your torture,
take these words without a face.
I'm the unheard,
that's left behind,
it's a garden for a few wise,
so I say.
Get your, get your, I'm an old school rocker.
Flashing through your speaker with a beat so proper.
Get your, get your, I'm an old school rocker.
Flashing through your speaker with a beat so proper.
Get your, get your,
I'm an old school rocker.
Flashing through your speaker with a beat so proper.
Get your, get your, I'm an old school rocker.
Flashing through your speaker with a beat so proper.
Get your, get your, I'm an old school rocker.
Flashing through your speaker with a beat so proper.
with a beat so blah blah!
Getcha getcha c'mon!
C'mon!
Getcha getcha c'mon!
C'mon!
Getcha getcha c'mon!
C'mon!
Woo!