This is a new oldie
Can I predict the evolution of a classic? Yes I can
This is a new oldie
Later, I’ma look back and say “This used to be my jam”
Yeah, see, I remember (Woah-woah, hey)
Dancin’ all day when I was younger and my momma came home and put on her favorite song and she would sing it to me
Yeah, whether Michael or Selena, or Donnie, or Anita
I could count on her for new grooves when I needed
Consider this the past, futuristic history (Ah)
This is a new oldie
Can I predict the evolution of a classic? Yes I can
This is a new oldie
Later, I’ma look back and say “This used to be my jam”
Oh, oh-oh, listen, now, in my younger days I might’ve birthed swag
Like wait, let me get back to you
I done chillin’ with a thang or two
You know it’s real, I only sing the truth
Bad times only get badder (Truth, truth)
Throw on that [?] let’s stay together
Oh, yeah, baby maker, I got you naked, it’s the makin’ of a
(Oh, yeah)
New-ooh oldie (Oldie)
Can I predict the evolution of a classic? Yes I can (Yeah)
This is a new (Yeah) ooh oldie (Yeah)
Later, I’ma look back and say “This used to be my jam”
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, woah-oh, oh, yeah
I used to dream of bein’ on records that they played at the barbecue
Handled some spinners, Manhattan’s traumatic, [?] (Uh)
From [?] to Gladys
Done some’ with the best (Ooh) to the best
So I guess I’m the [?], yeah
My momma played it everyday (Yeah)on her eight track casette