Intro:
Party all night, party all day
Party all night, party all day
Party all night, party all day
Imma rage til I'm old and grey

Verse:
I've been fresh for half a century got diamonds in my dentures
Gettin' paid for decades I keep knots in my suspenders
My homies talkin politics they talkin bout the weather
Well at least I call them homies cause their names I cant remember
Bringin Tupac back, after two long naps
Make sure my hearing aid is on before you talk smack
My lady in the kitchen keep them coupons stacked
I tell her fix me a salad with some croutons, Stat
Old folks home rockin Waka Flocka Flame
I be iced out yeah my walker's got some chains
Pop alotta pills cause I got alotta pains
Times is movin fast smokin pot to pause my brain
Freshest dude up in the nursing home, rockin Polo!
Imma pop a bean then I lean like a Cholo!
Tell the nurse bring a bottle of that Soco!
And Ya Only Look Old thats the motto homie YOLO!

Chorus:
Party all night, party all day
Imma rage til' I'm old and grey
Party all night, party all day
Imma rage til' I'm old and grey
Party all night, party all day
Imma rage til' I'm old and grey
And I don't really care what these young people say
They complain I look at 'em like
(Aye, aye, aye)
Imma rage til I'm old and grey
(Aye, aye)
Imma rage til I'm old and grey

Verse 2:
Black Cadillac yup I pimped that thang
Suicide doors call it Kurt Cobain
Walk with a limp and I push that cane
If you get in my way, Imma whip that cane
Glass candy jar full of Ecstasy pills
I swear this PS5 kills my energy bill
On the iPhone 9 checkin text & emails
Got money so them honey's try to mess with me still
Im swaggin, saggin, rims on the wagon
Inked head to toe and my mink keep draggin
Boastin, braggin, Codeine, drankin
Still pourin 40's when my homies dont make it
And Imma stay blunted til Im hunded
Broad so old I dont even need rubbas
It look like a pharmacy in my cupboard
Roll up in my Hoverround motha fucka!

Chorus