This is a song about "Old life"

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Is a space that now you hold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

The simple things in life were getting pretty old

These faces and places are growing old,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Where i from, it get cold

And don't think what you're old

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

We start young,we live life and hopefully die in old age

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

I'm stuck with that

Never gon' be old shit

Hand to hand in the cold

You see when i was 19 years old