The Old Me

So I was sippin' double cups but I had to go solo Had to take a chance, had to switch up the mojo Down on my luck, I was never gon' fold up I don't post a trust when I feel like my own bro We know what you did, times I wish that I don't know Don't tell me you love me, baby, we know that it don't show So, livin' my best, shawty, give me neck Get rid of my stress, I like havin' sex I party too hard, take it too far Pull a few double R, we ridin' with a star We real rock stars, we real rock stars Trashin' hotels, gettin' kicked out the bar Shawty say I'm charming, gotta be the charm Cause I ain't got shit but some dick for a broad I've been puttin' on let my dog down bad All he gotta do is call, you know I put it on You say you miss the old me, old me Now you wanna talk about the love you never showed me You're bringing out the old me You try to change me but you know you can't control me You can't control me How can you say you miss the old me, old me, old me? I'd rather be alone than to feel alone I drink it till I don't know how I made it home I don't care about your problems cause I got my own You say I got issues, at least I'm working on them I can feel it coming, I can feel the storm I've been smoking reefer while I'm feeling stoned I'ma do them wrong, and sing this sad song I'ma spend this money to the back gone Ayy, it go doom and doobie, only smoke the best Batwing babas get it from the west She thinks she perfect but her life a mess Shorty spoiled, we all know the rest Let's have sex, girl, I'll get you wet May that pussy stress make you make a mess She gon' catch this bonee and gon' tell her facts I'm in love with pussy, yeah I must confess I can't breathe I can't go, I can't leave I don't know what to believe But true colors always bleed You got blood on your rosary I can only show what's shown to me I cannot go, girl I been balls deep When the love ain't real, then shawty you can keep You say you miss the old me, old me Now you wanna talk about the love you never showed me You bringing out the old me You try to change me but you know you can't control me You can't control me How can you say you miss the old me, old me, old me I'd rather be alone than to feel alone I drink it till I don't know how I made it home I don't care about your problems cause I got my own You say I got issues, at least I'm working on them I can feel it coming, I can feel the storm I've been smoking reefer while I'm feeling stoned I'ma do them wrong, and sing this sad song I'ma spend this money till the bag gone