K’naan - Gold in Timbuktu lyrics
[K’naan - Gold in Timbuktu lyrics]
When I am old and lonely
Would you still be there for me?
Cause now I have all of my strength
And you have all your beauty
When you're gold in Timbuktu
Would I still come look for you?
Let's swim in the deep end
Make it one big weekend for you, for me
Buried in the deep end
Life is one big weekend
Youth! One day you have it and then
Poof! It's gone with the wind
It's akin to the end
And no matter how you fight it
How you light it, how you write it
Time is the pen out of ink
Poof! And I'm a living proof
I used to have it all young and uncoof
These days, I hear on everything on delay
Cause I wear an earpiece just
To hear what he say when my son visit
I don't know why I get livid
Maybe I'm jealous of his age
My memory's vivid
I was just like him, young like him
Had a mouth on me a tongue like him
But now, I'm feeling much weaker
Closest thing to my heart
Is a monitoring beeper
And my eyes ain't what they
Used to be either
But here's me singing promise from la Vita
When I am old and lonely
Would you still be there for me?
Cause now I have all of my strength
And you have all your beauty
When you're gold in Timbuktu
Would I still come look for you?
Let's swim in the deep end
Make it one big weekend for you, for me
Buried in the deep end
Life is one big weekend
Push! One day you come and then
Whoosh! You'd be surprised how easy it is
To be enticed and feasting life
Without the least of dreams suffice
So watch it fly like feats of height
So I'm busy chasing a decent size
Tush! and I ain't never been a wuss
Have more arms than an octopus
Those days I never thought of old age
I never thought I'd see the
Hair in my nose gray
But life goes on, how ironic
If I could do it over
I'd probably smoke chronic
But still follow the footsteps
Of prophet Muhammed
I'd probably turn every lie
That I told honest i'd be an eco-terrorist
I'd give the middle finger to my therapist
And flush my sedatives
I'll have a baby with a
Feminist and name him sexist
Life's a contradiction on my check list
When I am old and lonely
Would you still be there for me?
Cause now I have all of my strength
And you have all your beauty
When you're gold in Timbuktu
Would I still come look for you?
Let's swim in the deep end
Make it one big weekend for you, for me
Buried in the deep end
Life is one big weekend
Would you still be there for me?
Cause now I have all of my strength
And you have all your beauty
When you're gold in Timbuktu
Would I still come look for you?
Let's swim in the deep end
Make it one big weekend for you, for me
Buried in the deep end
Life is one big weekend
Youth! One day you have it and then
Poof! It's gone with the wind
It's akin to the end
And no matter how you fight it
How you light it, how you write it
Time is the pen out of ink
Poof! And I'm a living proof
I used to have it all young and uncoof
These days, I hear on everything on delay
Cause I wear an earpiece just
To hear what he say when my son visit
I don't know why I get livid
Maybe I'm jealous of his age
My memory's vivid
I was just like him, young like him
Had a mouth on me a tongue like him
But now, I'm feeling much weaker
Closest thing to my heart
Is a monitoring beeper
And my eyes ain't what they
Used to be either
But here's me singing promise from la Vita
When I am old and lonely
Would you still be there for me?
Cause now I have all of my strength
And you have all your beauty
When you're gold in Timbuktu
Would I still come look for you?
Let's swim in the deep end
Make it one big weekend for you, for me
Buried in the deep end
Life is one big weekend
Push! One day you come and then
Whoosh! You'd be surprised how easy it is
To be enticed and feasting life
Without the least of dreams suffice
So watch it fly like feats of height
So I'm busy chasing a decent size
Tush! and I ain't never been a wuss
Have more arms than an octopus
Those days I never thought of old age
I never thought I'd see the
Hair in my nose gray
But life goes on, how ironic
If I could do it over
I'd probably smoke chronic
But still follow the footsteps
Of prophet Muhammed
I'd probably turn every lie
That I told honest i'd be an eco-terrorist
I'd give the middle finger to my therapist
And flush my sedatives
I'll have a baby with a
Feminist and name him sexist
Life's a contradiction on my check list
When I am old and lonely
Would you still be there for me?
Cause now I have all of my strength
And you have all your beauty
When you're gold in Timbuktu
Would I still come look for you?
Let's swim in the deep end
Make it one big weekend for you, for me
Buried in the deep end
Life is one big weekend