Title: Old born
Subtitle:
Artist: Omar Aloulou
Album:
Author: Omar Aloulou
Copyright:
Tabled by: Omar Aloulou
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Tempo: 120 BPM
Tracks: 3
Instruments:
Bars: 24

Lyric

You see I grew up as wild child
Played by my own rules
Stubborn as a motherfucker
I don't wanna go to school
Math class is boring
Recess is old news
I just wanna chill and have fun like them older dudes
Yes I did and I never gave in
With my back to the wind
In the roof of your grand
I was out for the sting
When I wanna die, win
When they told me I'd lose
I just sorted my win
And I snuck out of class
Headed down the road
Venture dawn home
Call me Indiana Omes
Said I never look back
I just set my own path
I don't need the game planned
I can get my own map
Till girl meets boy
And boy meets girl
Never would've thought she would change his world
I remember that day when we met up in a range
She just looked me in the eyes and she said one.. thing

Show me love, it's got your hand on a button now.
Show me love, it's got your hand on a button now.

Don't you see what I am, see what im doing
This is my life dont you see what i've ruined
Drown my gift, try my fate
Forgot my dream and I lost my way
And there's nobody to blame, nobody to call to
I was doing fine, why the fuck did I involve you
Ready yes I am, I would never get the chance
To show you what I dreamt cause you never understand

I'm a cowboy by night, writing bout the day
If i could find us alone i could find my way
Earn my living with my with my oh loved winnings
I could spend it all with me but i just cant stay
Now everything's gone, everything's lost
Promising to god I have paid my cost
Never would've thought that she would ever let us go
But she missing in my heart, -i can feel it in my soul

Show me love, it's got your hand on a button, now.
Show me love, it's got your hand on a button, now.

What's wrong, who cares
I'ts all wrong, cool sin
I've been wrong, now about everything you owe me
And if i had another chance, to try it all again
Then you know you'd be looking at the old me
So if there's anything left, anything at all
Lemme write that song, that'd put you in my arms
I can see you a star, please don't shoot
Please, Delise, let me speak my truth
It's a little to late, she whispered in the wind
Wish you'd never left, this shouldn't be the end,
She's always on my mind, when I'm thinking in my zone, when there's nothing left To drink and I'm sitting here alone,
The cards are on the table, the odds are looking grim,
Indebted to regret, theres no profit in the win,
I told her what she meant, just so she remembers that,
I sent it with a prayer but she never wrote a letter back.