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cameron dietz - old soul (clean version) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
dusting off this old soul (dust off my)
it’s still good? i hope so (it’s still good?)
what’s the price on my soul? (what’s the price?)
been sitting right with my soul (oh god i need ya)
get so high with low lows (got so high)
i was 7 years old (more like 9)
you first came for my soul (the first time)
this sh__ getting too old

ooh, you fail, but won’t give up
ooh, you’ll never have enough
ooh, talk all you want there’s nothing to discuss
[verse 2]
can’t compete with my soul (that’s no lie)
tryna feed off my soul (you can try)
need more peace in my soul (peace of mind)
watch your feet on my soul (oh god i need ya)
counterfeit, no drum roll (no surprise)
you can’t sit with my soul (sit with my)
got no quit in these soles (rather die)
your sh__ getting too old

ooh, you’ll call, but i’ll hang up
ooh, you’ll never have enough
ooh, although you’ve fallen, you’ll still try your luck

[bridge]
was lost, now i’m found
same night, different town
felt lower than the ground
only time i come around
i kneel before you now
i speak your name out loud
i know i’m heaven bound
love to let the devil down

[chorus]
(he been) plotting on me nightly, in my sleep when i’m froze
(demons) come and go just like lightning, when you’ll stop i don’t know
(now then) now i know you’re not frightening, you can’t touch me i’m chose
you can’t take what’s not yours
god gave life to my soul
(listen) better talk to me nicely, grew up in the shadows
(blessings) faith i’m gripping on tightly, kismet written in stone
(now then) now i know you’re not frightening, you can’t touch me i’m chose
you can’t take what’s not yours
god gave life to my soul
[verse 3: the game]
my momma was a hustler, my daddy was in the pen
my brothers was g_ngb_nging, i had to pick up the pen
i picked up the tec wit it, my intentions stayed pure
as long as it had it on me, protected me and my homies
compton like that
running up and down the block selling selling, it’s like that
fiends want a night snack, i hit em with that light pack
had the bundles in my socks, all from selling selling
should be dead, thank god that i’m not

- cameron dietz

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