[Verse 1]

Show up at the crib with the body of a kid

But the mind of an old man

Living 99 years

But I'm trying to keep up with the program

Four grams, make it five

Take a ride

Smoking something and erase the night

Turn the papers bright

Then we racin right

Back to the place

See my mates in sight

On elevated kites

But, uh, I don't really understand

I'm a soul from the 50's

They taking whiskey

Popping Cristy

Getting trippy

I'm with some youngins

And I'm iffy

Feeling hundreds

Cause I've done this about a million times

That's why I'm feeling fine

A real design from God and I'm asking why (Why?)

I study words while they pass the lye Getting high like some astronauts

They be the first to the moon

While I'm stuck to the ground

But I don't wanna talk

I wanna see what's on next

It's the Old Soul Complex

[Verse 2]

See me in the motherfucking place

With a smile on my face

Cause I'm trying to play it off

I speak the truth they get lost

They talking slang I'm in awe

Paying the cost

Gaze at the stars

With the face of amazement

Confused they just sleeping on my one train of thought

Cause I'm too old for this

Realist rap vocalist

I'm just hoping this generation don't take me as crazy though

Mind's too cloud 9 for the radio

But, I'm living my life though

Maybe I'm psycho

If this is how the night goes

Jump inthe back seat of the black Jeep

Plus they lighting up the hasheesh

Two of dem ask me

If I wanna puff

As long as I'm happy I don't give a fuck

Cause this last week was nasty and stressful

I'm down

Now I've got a chest full of shit

That make me wanna lounge in the whip

Feeling all nostalgic and shit

It's a powerful abyss

I've been an old soul since ocho

Loco since four

So I've been through enough

And I'm dying in context

It's the Old Soul Complex