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[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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow