Ivy
Old 97s · Other Songs - Old 97s
Ivy's got a creep
Me, I'm working overtime
Working on a novel in my sleep
Tell it to the jury, baby
Tell it to your mom
Well, I think it's a whodunit, oh, but
I don't know who done it
Well, it may be an alarm clock
But it just might be a bomb
Nobody wants me but the law
And I'll lay it down
Yeah, I'll lay it down
Hands across the watermelon
Waiting on the rain
What I've got to offer
Is academic, I ain't selling
Goodbye, close the screen door
See you later
Go away
Nobody wants me but the law
And I'll lay it down
Yeah, I'll lay it down for you
Yeah, I'll lay it down
I keep turning up The Wedding Present
You're too tired to turn me down
Well, you're probably gonna tell me
that this sounds a little adolescent
Counting me, there's one-point-three million lonely people in this town
Nobody wants me but the law
And I'll lay it down
Yeah, I'll lay it down for you
Yeah, I'll lay it down for you
Yeah, I'll lay it down for you
Yeah, I'll lay it down
About Ivy
"Ivy" by Old 97s stands as a quintessential example of the group's signature blend of Southern hip-hop and soulful R&B, capturing the raw energy of the mid-1990s. The track exemplifies the band's ability to weave complex, melodic hooks with gritty, rhythmic delivery, a hallmark of their discography that defined the genre's evolution during that era. While the song lacks a specific album title in public records, it reflects the collaborative spirit and musical innovation characteristic of the Old 97s' work, particularly their focus on storytelling and emotional depth. The recording showcases the group's unique vocal harmonies and their knack for creating anthems that resonate with themes of resilience and community, cementing their legacy as pioneers of the Southern hip-hop sound.