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Missing the Old Me
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Трек «Missing the Old Me» вышел в 8 февраля 2026 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Independent»)Missing the Old Me - Single
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Дата релиза8 февраля 2026 г.
ЛейблIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM127

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
MoMoney Moo
MoMoney Moo
Ведущий вокал
Screwly G
Screwly G
Вокал
Vkyong
Vkyong
Исполнитель
Royisd Albert
Royisd Albert
Аккордеон
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Dashaun Bradley
Dashaun Bradley
Тексты песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Screwly G
Screwly G
Мастеринг-инженер
Vkyong
Vkyong
Продюсер
Jameboy
Jameboy
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Слова

Uh-uh
You should know me
Should've known that shit weren't real, it was lies from the start from all the shit you told me
When I look in the mirror, I don't even notice myself, I'm missin' the old me
And I hate that they judge me sometimes before they even get the chance to know me
I ain't the type to believe you love me just 'cause you said it, I'm sorry gotta show me
Never asked you for much but love and to hold me
Dyin' inside, feel I'm dyin' slowly
Demons around, they just leavin' me lonely
Had some talks with my nana 'cause she the one know me
Me and lil' Boog was like Shaq and Kobe
Two twin Glock's, one Zack, one Cody
I'ma die 'fore I blow what my teachers done told me
Went to jail as a kid and nobody wrote me
Uh, opps still playin', it's homicides
You go check the news ain't shit to prove, you ain't heard the last one died?
A **** tried to post in the hood like he was good, 'til my gun it got him by surprise
**** swear they on they Ps and Qs, **** got hit in the head from behind
Uh, if they ask how I been, I'm alive, still fine
Now they say, "Baby boy, just pray," I have, but still ain't seein' a sign
I been mixin' Xan's with Perc's plus lean it tend to fuck with my mind
I've been fightin' all these cases, hirin' lawyers, they tryna give me some time
Should've known that shit weren't real, it was lies from the start from all the shit you told me
When I look in the mirror, I don't even notice myself, I'm missin' the old me
And I hate that they judge me sometimes before they even get the chance to know me
I ain't the type to believe you love me just 'cause you said it, I'm sorry, gotta show me
Dome myself 'fore I'll let a **** hoe me
Bled all red, watch him bleed out slowly
AB on the opps in the hood like a trophy
Hot car ridin' tryna score and duck police
Fuck a big homie, we'll kill your OG
Choppas and Glock's, tend to ride with two on me
If they book bro killer we killin' his homie
Catch 'em in traffic, empty both of these guns on me
Uh, we losin' bro it's time to slide
I told lil' D-, lil ****, if they catch him a face that I want then I'll pay 'em a dime
Can't forget who got turned to a ghost all over a post, his mans ain't slid just cried
We up on the sco', we ain't losin' no more, better check the news, last month one died
Uh, I want more blood, I don't wanna be famous
I never knew the money'll make the ones I love feel like they hate me
No, I don't want no sympathy, this the life I chose, I live be dangerous
You don't see me poppin' pills and smokin' weed, I'm probably in my head just thinkin'
Uh
Written by: Dashaun Bradley, Screwly G
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