I’m an old soul I’m an old soul
Let the town bell I’m old soul
Let the town bell toll two apart ain’t a whole
I can rock and let it roll I’m an old soul
Im in the vein im in the heart of it I know I touched a nerve right at the start of it I’m so insane that’s just a part of it crazy brain I couldn’t part with it who am I today if im not me? Cool as cool can be with a hot streak it kicks ass to bask in the sunlight darkness is filled with demons and fright I got gods to my left keep kings to my right thieves out front who steal from you plain sight can you look past the lights and glass and see the vast and wise class don’t care about her ass or talk about his fast car brother, nothing you can buy will disguise what you are there are people who care and there are people who don’t you can choose your side in the line that I wrote
I’m always rolling in my room Tutankhamen in his tomb when the medicine blooms feel the magic in the fume back to the garden with my shrooms and shrubs I’m the park warden smoky says light up tonight I’m gonna climb mount doom and just zoom to the top of the heap with a view of the sheep and I’ll tell you discreet I don’t want to compete cause my work is my own just until I complete not the lords work not my folks or my peers I’m establishing myself way beyond my years its an ego amigo I got one myself mi mente este corriendo rapimente
No two bit crook will leave me shook or shaken I’m growing wise to the lies that you’re always making televise all you want I can see your faking there’s gold in them thar hills I can pay for the thrills I can pay for the booze overtime in my mind I can see that I’m used as a number as a stat as a spot on the list if I don’t have id then I don’t exist I can try to resist I can try to be cool take a week in japan plan to head back to school buy a kid get a house raise a dog or a cat till death do us part no nothing like that you can say what you like but forget what you heard decree on the mic I’m free as a bird ups mc delivering the word you’re Rebecca blacks Friday I’m beethovens third
Sixty six twenty two harmony ave born in ninety two with a stalwart attitude mom and dad split but I’ll show my gratitude troubled little boy is a man with aptitude down in the city where street lights are pretty and street fights are gritty you can hear me decree all the lights and the ads and the sales and the cabs and the trends and the fads really isn’t for me I’m an old soul not an all seeing redditor the devil on my shoulder is the only competitor looking for my old souls I know I’m not the only one if you know what I mean then scream
I’m an old soul I’m an old soul
Let the town bell I’m old soul
Let the town bell toll two apart ain’t a whole