Stories of Old

Sing me a song bout a soldier. sing me a song bout a zero.
Sing me a song bout a kingdom. and tell me the king was a hero.
Tell me the stories of old. shield me from the cold.
Help me put light in my soul. help me put light in my soul.
I be watching game of thrones too much. life beyond the wall like i was really
Jon Snow. snow
I be outside with a sword till the cops pull up on me and they tell me, ahh no.
no
I be in a fantasy cause i don’t really fit in. I’m a misfit. why so?
i don’t know
Tell me where to go, where to ease my soul, where the roads don’t go,
where the wild things roam
I’m waitin for the check in my mailbox so i can buy another sword and a pair of
socks
Bitch im a paradox. im a real polite guy but i rap and I mothafuckin swear a lot
But i care a lot about what I do. been reading the books like they told me to
Surpassed the notions they hold me to. i got rejected so many times
So many rhymes that wasn’t good enough. not many people would believe
That one day id have so much under name and have thousands of fans overseas.
please.
Tell only wisdoms that you been afforded by personal trial and taking the brunt.
Genuine letterman penmanship never tell lies and quit faking the funk
Maybe the only way to find your soul is by realizing you been telling a lie
To yourself when it mattered the least, for the matter that be, it can help you
to see
So if i were to sing about being a man, would they later be singing bout me?
After i die will the people forget what my name was or put it in songs and then
sing? one day we gon see
Sing me a song bout a soldier. sing me a song bout a zero.
Sing me a song bout a kingdom. and tell me the king was a hero.
Tell me the stories of old. shield me from the cold.
Help me put light in my soul. help me put light in my soul.
Help me put light in my soul
Lighting to guide me when lighting get low
Give me the feelin of feelin enlightened so righteous without any code
Bittersweet moments of feeling my time come on horizon
Cause being content is okay but I’m really inspired by sadness and violence
Riders in black on the rise. dreamers who refuse to open they eyes
Color blind to the power that lies in the phenomenal tellin of lies
'cause some of the stories they told me smell like bullshit dawg
I don’t only wanna get my fill, but everybody tryna take it all
I guess y’all just tryna be takin this work, I thrive in the dirt,
so throw hands with a mud kid
And shoutout to the Mudkids, cause at high noon, I’m not to be fucked with
Cause I was the kid who was never supposed to be nothing but shit bitch
Now I’m fuckin with the big kids and I’m still a muhfuckin misfit
And I’m still the kid who hit a million off of nothing but the music with no
love from my city. Really
Willis is young from the Nap so y’all know that I really be WillyFromIndy
But do y’all know my face? Can you sing my songs?
Will you remember me? Will you sing this song after I’m gone?
Sing me a song bout a soldier. sing me a song bout a zero.
Sing me a song bout a kingdom. and tell me the king was a hero.
Tell me the stories of old. shield me from the cold.
Help me put light in my soul. help me put light in my soul.