Artist: Supastition Album: The Deadline Song: Fountain of Youth Typed by: timm2014@hotmail.com [Verse One] You ever get the feelin' that you're growin' too old for your surroundings? Before you loved loud music but now you can't stand it in your eardrums poundin' Things no longer seem so astoundin' I recall the countless days when the sounds just blazed And the music was beautiful, classic album sales didn't have to go through the roof The bottom line was: you had to be talented, honestly I played the music 24/7 non-stop, constantly (Say word) I don't know, but now-a-days there's no motivation I find myself, mostly, listening to the oldies station Like, "Damn I'm gettin' old" When it plays I blurt the words Start driftin' off and thinkin' when the song first emerged I feel like my uncles when they used to come through They told me, "Music just ain't what it used to be." I thought it was untrue Far fetched and far from reality Now every song is "Get crunk" or "I'm the best battle me." Ahhh, I can't take it, man I'm growin' so impatient So irritated with the commercial and college stations Your tastes begin to change and shift when your metabolism slows down Man, I don't know now Damn I'm gettin' old [Chorus] [x2] I'm searchin' for the fountain of youth So I can slow down this aging process There's days that I just Feel so old within my mind Everything seems 20 something years behind [Verse Two] My taste in women today is so different I was out with the wifey when I noticed it Damn I feel old as shit I used to pick chicks up and ride around To the other side of town, but I think about it now Them girls never blessed a nigga with no gas money I should have demanded cash and soon as they asked for me I'm older now, ladies ain't no ridin' bicycles I peep game on these dames, eyes wide as nickles But back then I had a young man's perspective Misguided by pride, I was picky and selective Like, "Girls, no smokin' or drinkin'. I don't need the kids." (Now-a-days) I just wanna find a woman with a decent gig I'm not tryin' to fuss and fight I just wanna sit back on the couch, stress free, and make it Blockbuster night So she can bounce to the club, but me? I'm goin' to sleep Or make my night productive, writin' rhymes and doin' some beats I'm too old to be stressin' these broads Who search through your crib on some jealous espionage Checkin' your dresser and drawers I used to be stuck in a cycle that I slowly broke out of I can grow without love I used to see how many numbers I can get in one night But I found the bigger challenge is, tryin' to treat one right I'm done spendin' money on sneakers and ill clothes I'm savin' for my future, god damn I feel old (And the music?) Trust me man, it ain't the same (And the clubs?) Too much fightin', yo it ain't the same (And the girls?) They on some other shit, it ain't the same (And hip hop?) That on-line shit, it ain't the same Trust me (And the music?) Man, it ain't the same (And the clubs?) Too much fightin', yo it ain't the same (And the girls?) They on some other shit, it ain't the same (And hip hop?) That on-line shit, it ain't the same I must be gettin' old [Chorus] [x2] I'm searchin' for the fountain of youth So I can slow down this aging process There's days that I just Feel so old within my mind Everything seems 20 something years behind [Outro] I just don't feel the same way about shit no more, youknowhatI'msayin'? The music ain't the same. Hell, even the women seem watered down now-a-days Niggas be tellin' me I'm just stuck in the past Or maybe I'm just gettin' old