OLD SOUL Songtext
von Lil Darkie

Old soul
Imma old soul
So cold
Write down thoughts
I don′t pipe down thots


No more
I don't share my kills with the pack, bitch
Wack shit
Keep her in the residence for practice
Where the women at?
Where the men at?
Boys and girls
Boys and girls
Feed ′em what they need and add some poison, hurl
Sedatives
Relatives tell 'em what they "need to hear"
"Fear the queer" "tears are weird"
Fuck that till I disappear
Wrist is clear, (oh)
Of anything resembling jewellery
Truthfully I'd rather buy a computer
So you can tutor me
Teaching me you′ll pull up wit my eulogy
You ain′t reaching me, shoot at me
No commuter your scooter will not accommodate suitably
For your foolery
Rooted in how you wish you could neuter me
Why you stalking me?
Talk to me
Imma block em
We ain't cool
He don′t rock with me
Bank full of the
Profit he
Ain't pulling his pockets out
Dank ride in the cockpit now
Been, rough riding often
I sin, till in the coffin
No way, I′m ditching coughing
Too old, to care 'bout stopping
Hey kid, you acting dummy
Sell mids, and make some money
I been, there and I done it
I win, I had to run it
I did, that shit I wanted
I do, that shit I want to
And no, I will not front you
Cuz then, I′d have to hunt you
Don't ask, to hit my blunt
I will not, give you a breath
Could have shot, you in the chest
If this was, the wild west
(Yee) ha hoe silver
If you order I'll deliver
Death giver
Red river
Styx quiver
Twitch shiver bitch
Killer shit to hold I know
The filter, filler (fill her) tobacco
Familiar itch below my throat
This pillar what your doctor smoke
What
Do
You
Know?

Old soul
Imma old soul won′t fold
I′m so free
Coming for me
Nigga you'll see

Tread light
Kid you dead right
Go to Bed, night
Past your bedtime
Red line
Make a dead spine

Old soul
Imma old soul
(Old soul)
(Soul)
Stay by myself


Old soul
Imma old soul
Not sold
Accumulate wealth
In frame on the shelf