New Shoes Songtext
von Billy Porter

I′ve been called some bad things, failing in out of praise
I've been on the soup train longer than you
I′m way past my bad days, some things get better with age
Red wine, fine ocean, else is its true

If you're trying to hang pray, tell god to keep it old school
Baby, I don't suffer no fool
Learn the new tricks and the new age
It′s a highlight, so I light the stage up
I work hard, but I play hard too
But Cal and I go down smooth
Ain′t nobody truth like I do
Five, four, three, two

Mama's got some, new shoes, new shoes
But I keep it, old school, old school
Mama′s got some, new shoes, new shoes
But I keep it, old school, old school


Going in the club, still got double the tricks
Anything you're imagination, I′m not the zoo
Had a lot of practice, losing all my innocence
I'm not afraid of my birthday suit

If you′re trying to hang pray, tell god to keep it old school
Baby, I don't suffer no fool
Learn the new tricks and the new age
It's a highlight, so I light the stage up
I work hard, but I play hard too
But Cal and I go down smooth
Ain′t nobody truth like I do
Five, four, three, two

Mama′s got some, new shoes, new shoes
But I keep it, old school, old school
Mama's got some, new shoes, new shoes
But I keep it, old school, old school

Five, four, three, two, ooh
Five, four, three, two, ooh
Five, four, three, two, ooh
Five, four, three, two


New shoes, new shoes
But I keep it, old school, old school
Mama′s got some, new shoes, new shoes
But I keep it, old school, old school

Mama's got some, new shoes, new shoes (five, four, three, two)
But I keep it, old school, old school (five, four, three, two)
Mama′s got some, new shoes, new shoes (five, four, three, two)
But I keep it, old school, old school (five, four, three, two)

Five four, three, two, ooh
Five four, three, two, ooh
Five four, three, two, ooh
Five four, three, two, ooh