FOLLOW - Intellectual

[Video Intro: Romil Hemnani, Nick Lenzini, Zack Beitel & Robert Ontenient]

...and now you in Hollywood, baby

I know, isn't that crazy?

I saw Will Ferrell last night

Where? (where?)

And Woody Harrelson (where?)

Just in a restaurant, (what?)

I was walking down the street on La Brea

Will Ferrell and Woody Harrelson are—

They looked old. He had a shaved head

Well, yeah, he looks old. What movie was he in?

I forget

Me Ilamo Roberto, y este es el primer single de SATURACIÓN tres

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

Nineteen, I got my first boyfriend

Nineteen, I almost signed to Def Jam

I remember being younger watching Space Jam

Told my mama that I wanna be the bald man

Got older, goals changed, needed God's plan

Got older, got a chain, nigga, god-damn

Shit is gold and it hurt me when I walk man

And I ain't got it but I just got my advance

So I might cop it, yeah, nigga that's my energy

I might tell these niggas that they ain't no friends to me

'Cause I'm tired of these niggas sucking clout up

Like a motherfuckin' 'squito in the drought, bruh

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]

I got dirty money, minutes on my tracfone

I just bought a scale, now e'rywhere a traphouse

I got on TV, then I turned into an asshole

'Cause I ain't selling dope or running with them bad folk

I'm eating shrimp and lobster, sitting next to white folk

Now I'm in Trader Joes with Birkenstock and iPhone

My agent called, said they want me in the movies now

They used to call me ugly, turned 'em into groupies now

Now I'm on Melrose, I'm ready for my closeup

They call me pretty, need to put me on the poster

I write my name, then I buy a Testarossa

I kill my haters then I leave 'em for the vultures

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]

God-damn, man, I think I need a therapist

Feel like a goldfish in the bowl with

Twenty other goldfish with the bowl, swished

Bowl-cut or the mullet 'til I shaved it

Barely made it but I'm still here on my kickstand

Did the same shit that offed Whitney Houston

They was boostin' while I'm slurping from my sippy cup (sippy cup)

Big blue jeans, pulling out the pocket fluff (the pocket fluff)

Talking to myself like I am my best friend (hello, hello, hello)

When I walk, see the arrogance flushing (hello, hello, hello)

Make the front page like Paris in the sex tape (oh)

Barely late to my first date with my therapist

[Verse 4 (box set only): Joba]

Brrr! Call me, I'll be running in my, Asics

Gold plated belt buckle 'round my, sweatpants

Tube socks, white tee, Polo underpants

I will never grow old, call me Peter Pan

Dial *67, when they need to listen

I move just like a phantom, I should have been a teacher

Handing out these lessons, my pupils ask no questions

They like to think they're special, I feed them graham crackers

Got my Timex in the mail, keep it in the case

They tapping lines every day, mine cannot be traced

I don't believe in credit, my people taught me different

I evade, then get paid, brrt! Just a second

[Verse 4 (video only): Merlyn Wood]

Just depressed, wear the colors of the ocean

Skeetin' sad in my Supreme clothing

Hit my line if you ever need an OZ

Don't hit my line if you think you know the old me

Have gassed-ass plans in the e-class

And I'm still getting head on public transit

And I'm still really sad about my last chick

And I'm still 'bout to cry outta both heads

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow