Old Dogs

And we were chilling at the park

Feeling like I'm Miller at the arc

Killing it like Starks at The Garden

Feeling myself, my self esteem can't be guarded

Been on my Carmen Sandiego, just got back from France

And I gotta little bit of that Parisian steez in me still

My knees are Grant Hill, but I still feel like Phil

I'm on that zen ting, feel like I just won my 10th ring

I'm on, I could shoot the Sun into a wedding ring

From half court, it's pouring, shots falling like autumn

Trash talking like I'm Jordan, off the back board for boredom

Like it was HORSE, I'm calling it before I even saw it

Feeling like I ain't even shoot it, I just thought it

Into existence, you know that feel? '04 Pistons

Free will got me like me like Wilt, '62 Sixers

Game point, it's our check, from long distance

I hit the swish, then I hit the spliff and kissed the misuss

And it was like that

And it was like that, sometimes it just go like that

Sometimes, sometimes, yeah it just kinda go like that

And we were just sitting round, sitting round at the park

Said we gonna burn the tree, and then we watch the fire start

We are, we are nothing but some old dogs

Running round in the grass

Said we gonna hit the tree, then hit the shot off the glass

We are, we are

We crack a beer, sit back and stare

I catch some air, I scratch my beard

Me and the homies and we're feeling like the poor man's Cavaliers

Could be anywhere in the world, but I'm happy here right now

A feeling that felt so right I had to write it down

Standing about 5'9 " but I felt like Yao

Up in the post, chilling with those close enough to know my nose hairs

Cheers to all of the years that we spent in the middle of nowhere

Going some place with a numb face so Sunday's come down would feel this good

6 foot 10 high, living like drift wood

Thoughts flow like lawn bowls roll, more joints rolled

Then passed to the left like the wing of our bird flying in circles

We deal out ideals like cards

Share our feels like psalms, avant-garde point guards

We doing our best Descartes

We doing our half-arse Marx

We counting dying stars

We talk about death, then laugh

We know this shit ain't gonna last

Take two puffs and then we pass

There's one beer left, now we're sitting in the dark

Ain't no tree left to burn, there ain't no question left to ask

Just some old dogs, sitting watching time run past

In the park

And we were just sitting round, sitting round at the park

Said we gonna burn the tree, and then we watch the fire start

We are, we are nothing but some old dogs

Running round in the grass

Said we gonna hit the tree, then hit the shot off the glass

We are, we are

Well I'm livin', free spirit, so let me roam

No limit, all's forgiven, let me feed my soul

Well I'm livin', free spirit, so let me roam

No limit, all's forgiven, let me feed my soul

All of my responsibilities (out the window)

Kick the socks off and feel the breeze (you know I)

Sunny days got me real at ease

Only way I can feel the peace (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Cause all of my frets

All of my woes, all of my stress

Fall off my shoulders, I'm blessed

All of my close ones, come rest

Follow my glow

And we can link up when it's high tide

Jump off on the high side

King tuck when I climb

Cityscapes and skylines

So just disconnect your wifi

Open up you eyes like

You need those rays today

Old dogs keep aging believe

But cherish these memories

They indeed won't fade away

Last night I slept in the open

Down by the redwood tree

Last night I slept in the open

Just to let my soul be free

Last night I slept in the open

Down by the redwood tree