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Woah-woah, one, two
Uh, yeah

Once upon a time, not too long ago
I was just a young kid standing in the front row
Watchin' all my heroes, and studying their kicks
With their ticks, thinkin' "I got to get me some of those"
So I suppose I shoulda seen it comin'
That I'd be goin' pro for prose over percussion
Snappin' at their heels, tryna fill in their shoes
Spillin' out my soul all over the rhythm and blues
On the track, I'm like The Little Engine That Could
Took it all around the world from my neck of the woods
Following in footsteps where the greats once stood
'Bout to run another lap, touch wood
See I went from being a shy kid who was lackin' confidencе
Uh, to kickin' raps on half the planets continents
I takе it as a compliment, you hate it with a pa**ion
I just keep goin' in like it's goin' out of fashion

You can tell that I'm an old soul (Old soul)
Check my feet, I got worn out sneakers (Worn out sneakers)
And when I'm rollin' down the street (Old soul)
Here that old soul pumpin' out my speakers (Out my speakers)
I want that Nina, Aretha, Anita and Marvin
Break of dawn to way late in the arvenin'
They try comin' around and turn it down
I say "What?" I mean, beg your pardon
I hit 'em like "Ooh", ooh, I'm too much
I like that old soul better than the new stuff
Don't make 'em like they used to, nah, they used up
And me? I got that good stuff to give you goosebumps
Put the pep in your step and the proof in your puddin'
Had big shoes to fill but now I got a foot in
Big fish to fry but now I got a hook in
Wavin' at the mirror like "Hey, good lookin'"
I be your old soul till I'm comin' of age
Though I'm never gonna be one of the greats
I be tyin' up my laces and loose ends
And winnin' and losin' until I'm just runnin' in place
'Cause there will come a time, lookin' back on my youth
When it's my turn to hang up my boots
And there'll be some newcomers who are tryna walk a mile
Goin' in like it's goin' out of style

'Cause you already know that I'm an old soul (Old soul)
Check my feet, I got worn out sneakers, uh (Worn out sneakers)
And when I'm rollin' down the street (Old soul)
Here that old soul pumpin' out my speakers (Out my speakers)
I want that Nina, Aretha, Anita and Marvin
Break of dawn to way late in the arvenin'
They try comin' around and turn it down
I say "What?" I mean, beg your pardon
Look, I shouldn't have to tell you I'm an old soul, uh (Old soul)
Check my feet, I got worn out sneakers, uh (Worn out sneakers)
And when I'm rollin' down the street (Old soul)
Here that old soul pumpin' out my speakers (Out my speakers)
I want that Watson, that Wilson, that Wonder, that Withers
Send a chill up your spine and give you shivers
They try comin' around and turn it down
I say "What?" I mean, beg your pardon
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Man, I've been around the block a few times
Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
Rocked a few shows, spat a few rhymes
Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo

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