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Horrorshow – Old Soles Lyrics


Once upon a time not too long ago

I was just a young kid standing in the front row

Watching my all my heroes and studying their kicks with the ticks

Thinking “I gotta get me some of those”

So I suppose, I shoulda seen it coming

That I’d be going pro for prose over percussion

Snapping at their heels, tryna fill in their shoes

Spilling out my soul, all over the rhythm and blues

On the track I’m something like the little engine that could

Took it all around the world from my neck of the woods

Following in foot steps where the greats once stood

Be back to run another lap, touch wood

See I went from being a shy kid who was lacking confidence, uh

To kicking raps on half the planet’s continents

So I’ll take it as a compliment they hate it with a passion

I just keep going in like it’s going out of fashion

You can tell that I’m a old sole

Check my feet I got worn out sneakers

And when I’m rolling down the street, hear that old soul

Pumping out my speakers

I want that nina, aretha, anita and marvin

Break of dawn til way late in the arvening

So if they try coming around to turn it down

I say “what!?” I mean beg your pardon

I hit em like “oooooh!”

Ooh I’m too much

I like that old soul better than their new stuff

Don’t make em like they used to, nah they used up


And me I want that good stuff that give ya goose bumps

Put the pep in your step and the proof in the pudding

Had big shoes to fill but now I got a foot in

Big fish to fry, but now I got a hook in

Waving at the mirror like “hey good lookin”

I’ll be an old sole til I’m coming of age

And though I’m never gonna be one of the greats

I’ll be tying up my laces and loose ends

And winning and losing until I’m just running in place

Cos there will come a time, looking 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

Going in like it’s it going out of style, cos

You already know that I’m a old sole

Check my feet I got worn out sneakers

And when I’m rolling down the street, hear that old soul

Pumping out my speakers

I want that nina, aretha, anita and marvin

Break of dawn til way late in the arvening

So if they try coming around to turn it down

I say what, I mean beg your pardon?

Look I shouldn’t have to tell you I’m a old sole

Check my feet I got worn out sneakers

And when I’m rolling down the street, hear that old soul

Pumping 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 coming around to turn it down

I say “what!?” I mean beg your pardon


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