Lyrics to In The Front
Another day, another dollar
Wait, what? Yo
Falling half-awake, half-asleep
Feel it when I write, when I read
What's the lead?
Eyes wide open, I never miss a dream
A dream never misses, no, they listen to the streams
They tears that I hide still filling up with steam
Hothead, but they're never gonna see it cah I'ma hit them like eclipses out in London
I swear they never see it cah my heat is like a dungеon
Mind like a museum
I'm getting old
Can't tеach an old dog trick, will never stay
I'm getting old
Can't teach an old bitch, it will never play
Can't teach an old dog trick, will never stay
Like smoke on ashtrays, guess I'm getting old
Can't teach an old dog, it will never stay
I'm getting old
The suns were never bright enough to make me stay
I wanna go, I've seen better days
I've seen plenty roads, travel like I'm set in plain
I'm set in stone like I'll never change
The way the play churns in a steady lane
I'm getting old, least I'm getting paid
Can't teach an old dog trick, will never stay
Like smoke on ashtrays, guess I'm getting old
Can't teach an old dog, it will never stay
I'm getting old
Can't teach an old bitch, it will never play
Like old folks on road with a steppin' cane
I'm steppin' bold, least I'm getting paid (Another day, another dollar)
Falling half-awake, half-asleep
Feel it when I write, when I read
What's the lead?
Eyes wide open, I never miss a dream
A dream never misses, no, they listen to the streams
They tears that I hide still filling up with steam
Hot-head, but they're never gonna see it cah I'ma hit them like eclipses out in London
I swear they never see it cah my heat is like a dungeon
Mind like a museum
Nothing's a lot like crying, you know?
Is it true that we go forth, perhaps?
Like two sides of the same coin
But what's the face in between?
Which face is side-up when the coin is still filling?
It's gone
Wait, what? Yo
Falling half-awake, half-asleep
Feel it when I write, when I read
What's the lead?
Eyes wide open, I never miss a dream
A dream never misses, no, they listen to the streams
They tears that I hide still filling up with steam
Hothead, but they're never gonna see it cah I'ma hit them like eclipses out in London
I swear they never see it cah my heat is like a dungеon
Mind like a museum
I'm getting old
Can't tеach an old dog trick, will never stay
I'm getting old
Can't teach an old bitch, it will never play
Can't teach an old dog trick, will never stay
Like smoke on ashtrays, guess I'm getting old
Can't teach an old dog, it will never stay
I'm getting old
The suns were never bright enough to make me stay
I wanna go, I've seen better days
I've seen plenty roads, travel like I'm set in plain
I'm set in stone like I'll never change
The way the play churns in a steady lane
I'm getting old, least I'm getting paid
Can't teach an old dog trick, will never stay
Like smoke on ashtrays, guess I'm getting old
Can't teach an old dog, it will never stay
I'm getting old
Can't teach an old bitch, it will never play
Like old folks on road with a steppin' cane
I'm steppin' bold, least I'm getting paid (Another day, another dollar)
Falling half-awake, half-asleep
Feel it when I write, when I read
What's the lead?
Eyes wide open, I never miss a dream
A dream never misses, no, they listen to the streams
They tears that I hide still filling up with steam
Hot-head, but they're never gonna see it cah I'ma hit them like eclipses out in London
I swear they never see it cah my heat is like a dungeon
Mind like a museum
Nothing's a lot like crying, you know?
Is it true that we go forth, perhaps?
Like two sides of the same coin
But what's the face in between?
Which face is side-up when the coin is still filling?
It's gone
