
Gold in Timbuktu K'naan
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[Hook]
When I am old and lonely
Would you still be there for me?
Cause now I have all of my strength
And you have all your beauty
When you're gold in Timbuktu
Would I still come look for you?
Let's swim in the deep end
Make it one big weekend
For you, for me
Buried in the deep end
Life is one big weekend
[Verse 1]
Youth! One day you have it and then
Poof! It's gone with the wind
It's akin to the end
And no matter how you fight it
How you light it, how you write it
Time is the pen out of ink
Poof! And I'm a living proof
I used to have it all young and uncoof
These days, I hear on everything on delay
Cause I wear an earpiece just to hear what he say
When my son visit, I don't know why I get livid
Maybe I'm jealous of his age, my memory's vivid
I was just like him, young like him
Had a mouth on me a tongue like him
But now, I'm feeling much weaker
Closest thing to my heart is a monitoring beeper
And my eyes ain't what they used to be either
But here's me singing promise from la Vita
When I am old and lonely
Would you still be there for me?
Cause now I have all of my strength
And you have all your beauty
When you're gold in Timbuktu
Would I still come look for you?
Let's swim in the deep end
Make it one big weekend
For you, for me
Buried in the deep end
Life is one big weekend
[Verse 1]
Youth! One day you have it and then
Poof! It's gone with the wind
It's akin to the end
And no matter how you fight it
How you light it, how you write it
Time is the pen out of ink
Poof! And I'm a living proof
I used to have it all young and uncoof
These days, I hear on everything on delay
Cause I wear an earpiece just to hear what he say
When my son visit, I don't know why I get livid
Maybe I'm jealous of his age, my memory's vivid
I was just like him, young like him
Had a mouth on me a tongue like him
But now, I'm feeling much weaker
Closest thing to my heart is a monitoring beeper
And my eyes ain't what they used to be either
But here's me singing promise from la Vita
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