Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Old Him , by - SOL. Song from the album Eyes Open EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sol
Song language: English
Old Him |
| 8000 miles from home, still I hold it down for my folk |
| Surrounded, by nothing but brown skin |
| Nothing but love, from the village to the township |
| My heart feels weak enough to give up |
| Sometimes tears flow quicker than the river |
| Smiles get thinner, mouths don’t get dinner |
| And somehow, we build houses even bigger |
| Back home, my homie bought a Cadillac |
| Out here, that’s cash enough to bring the dead back |
| My belly’s empty, and not because it’s Ramadan |
| I simply lost my appetite seeing children starve |
| Thats what’s really hard, not your silly bars |
| Not your grill, not your car, not the pills you pop |
| Marvin said it you better know what’s going on and |
| Life’s a question, answer when the song ends |
| Answer when the world ends, dancing so the earth spins |
| If the music stops, we’ll get planted in the dirt quick |
| Word is they’re talking 'bout us, they said we almost famous |
| Guess I forgot about it when I got that plane ticket |
| More humble than he’s ever been |
| Sun up on his golden skin |
| Feelin' something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive |
| Running from the old him |
| Represent enlightenment, forever young |
| Learning from the light within |
| Yeah, something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive |
| Running from the old him |
| Keep it rollin, yeah, Zilla, yeah |
| I never dreamed to be a rap star |
| I never saved up for a fast car |
| But I did act selfish a bit, buy stupid shit, and waste the tools that I had |
| Sold out shows, money in the bank, but my ego not swollen, at least I don’t |
| think |
| But who am I to say, you tell me have I changed |
| And if I have, I pray it’s for the better, in Jesus' name |
| All Lord Krishna everything, smoking hash on the back waters, Kingfisher drink |
| Thinking bigger thoughts than you ever think, if you seen what I seen then you |
| god damn better change |
| Donated thousands when the earthquake |
| Still I felt helpless in a higher place |
| Searching for a purpose when I’m buying drinks, buying clothes |
| Seein' people dyin' is getting kinda old |
| More humble than he’s ever been |
| Sun up on his golden skin |
| Feelin' something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive |
| Running from the old him |
| Represent enlightenment, forever young |
| Learning from the light within |
| Yeah, something like a fugitive, something like a fugitive |
| Running from the old him |