Familiar

Lyrics

Got a head on my shoulders And a pocket full of boulders Not asking, how you are Just say hello Telephone conversation Save this conversation Left it thinking Who I was, just about what I was be Familiar, kind of old So tight for what's so young I got it, my pocket My little, my little pocket rocket So where'd you last see them? So where the hell are they? If I knew the things you ask, they wouldn't be lost Familiar, kind of old So tight for what's so young Familiar, kind of old Familiar, kind of old Familiar, kind of old So tight for what's so young