Thrilla Wesley Joseph

[Verse 1]
Old-school
Old-school like them summer days I woke to with no clue
Feel it on your skin, the cold truth, it cold soon
Yeah, that's how you know I'm local, I'm local
Where I'm comin' from we soulful, hopeful
This time my brothers going global, bi-coastal
Get in touch with me by postal, not with the social
I'm off the edge, at least I'm close to, the bitter snow due
I'm feelin' vocal
Marvel in reflection, just a blind man with another sense
Balancin' potential and its negligence
See, you wasn't born like this, arsonist
It doesn't just come like this, hard to digest
In your chest, speak it, but it don't exist

[Chorus]
Uh, I bе the old-school thrilla
Back in the winter in somе loose-fittin' linen
Uh, yeah, and then my phone does not pick up
Ghost with the shimmer, see the light bulb flicker
Uh, yeah, and all my darg dem are realer
Soaked in the liquor, but the soul see it clearer
Uh, yeah, I put the wave in fruition
Got the ocean in my system and it 'bout to follow through