Yeah!
Going back to the old school
'Cause Ambrose hasn't sang enough songs tonight, yet
Yeah, man, how about you sing some more tracks, brother
Amby's gotta few more to sing tonight
Alright, this one's about, when I was 16
I went to a party
And my friend accidentally stabbed me in the neck with a broken bottle
But we're all good now
Yeah, man
We're all good, we worked it out
Yeah, we worked it out
Cavs went and sorted it out
Alright!
[Verse 1]
As a child I felt inclined
To fold my ears in twine
Never once was I confinеd
I picked and choosed about my ride
So bucklе me in before we set sail ahead
For it smells like cabbage
Got way too stale like death
[Bridge]
Oh, I was white as a ghost, I never felt so pale, woo!
Oh, that's right
Going back to the old school
'Cause Ambrose hasn't sang enough songs tonight, yet
Yeah, man, how about you sing some more tracks, brother
Amby's gotta few more to sing tonight
Alright, this one's about, when I was 16
I went to a party
And my friend accidentally stabbed me in the neck with a broken bottle
But we're all good now
Yeah, man
We're all good, we worked it out
Yeah, we worked it out
Cavs went and sorted it out
Alright!
[Verse 1]
As a child I felt inclined
To fold my ears in twine
Never once was I confinеd
I picked and choosed about my ride
So bucklе me in before we set sail ahead
For it smells like cabbage
Got way too stale like death
[Bridge]
Oh, I was white as a ghost, I never felt so pale, woo!
Oh, that's right
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