Happy birthday to you,
happy birthday to you,
happy birthday everybody,
happy birthday to you
Another birthday, yeah
Another birthday, oh
Another birthday, yeah, oh,
oh, oh, yeah
Another birthday, yo, yeah,
another birthday, yeah
Listen up, man, ayy, yo,
they want my rappin' to stop
and this trappin' to die
No more stories of past glory,
just go and step aside
Just let the pride in us cease to stop,
bitch,
and get a job with your old ass
Yes, who gon' to be spittin', man?
Over the hill,
the Rolling Stones keep yellin'
Blues keep moldin',
country singers keep sellin'
They say rap or die,
go do some spoken word
Cause what you gotta say,
man, nobody wanna hear
Hey you, over there
Tryna put away that mic and
just take a chair
Hey you, over there
Old enough, man, check it, green hair
Listen, listen, the ageism
while the stage keep givin'
The fame keep callin', yo,
my name keep droppin' these days
You either a robot or a dinosaur
No middle ground,
so the sound ain't changin' no more
You got some original scene,
it's so cynical
Most is all jaded,
the oldie keep fadin'
Nobody sayin' because the
scene's so shallow
Most of y 'all blue,
most of y 'all marmalisa
I still love her, but I'm by the innovation
The youngin' sayin' that
I keep overstayin'
What do you do
when your homies are retiring
With no pension funds
and you're so uninspired
I keep writin', the skills still heavy
I'm still bookin' tours,
man, I'm still sellin' records
As I get wiser, I still got questions
Cause when does a student
mean
to start to give lessons?
You, over there
Time to put away that mic
and just take a chair
Hey you, hey you, over there
Ain't you old enough, man,
check your grayin' hair
Now you can be a DJ
and be a hundred years old
Can be a beat boy
and still get busy on the floor
Grab the can, make you do a boom, uh
If you spit a little verse then
check it out
Because, yo,
why can't I age graceful
without hatin' the music
For the lost demographic,
for my same -age groupies
Can I keep it movin'
and my songs keep bangin'?
If I'm still singin' somethin',
the crowd keep singin'
Now can I tour at 60
like a rock idol?
If I still could do it,
my art is still vital
But I still got questions
about this mic of mine
Should I hang it up for good
and just play in the band?
Hey you, over there
Tryna put away that mic
and just take a chair
Hey you, over there
Old enough man, check your crayon hairs
Hey you, over there
Another
Hey, Hey, you
A birthday
Another birthday
Another birthday
Another birthday
Birthday