My Old Self

Said you want to be friend but I don't want that Told you to leave see Ima go back to my old, self Find yourself someone else Told you I don't want you to come back cause Ima do me bitch fall back My old self, old self Yeah now this must be the realest shit my pen wrote down and got spoke loud Some crumps on the table, cheap beers and smoke clouds My head down, put the phone on deaf man My body so tired, can't squeeze both of my hands I'm doing bad, got stress with no motors Going back to the days where the pain was simple to cope with You wanted everything so I just put it on the plate for ye Take that, erase that, now Cuz why you do your best trying so hard to prove something Every time this shit happens it feels, like I lose something And I ain't never been the talkative type But two wrongs can't make it a right And I ain't calling it a night I need a moment to cool off But every time I close my eyes I picture you sucking some dude off But thats me I gotta learn to cut off whats unhealthy instead of waiting and let it grow Its what my heart knows but while my heart froze Every chance of you letting go already died slow so Ima die slow Everytime I cross ya mind, I figure this is more than a rhyme Something like a bullet hole that won't close, a 'chute that won't grow Ima put it somewhere it won't show Lay my pen down and pour a couple Jim Beams And say welcome to the new old me Said you want to be friend but I don't want that Told you to leave see ima go back to my old, self Find yourself someone else Told you I don't want you to come back cause Ima do me bitch fall back My old self, old self