My Old Self (feat. Darko the Super)

Used to collect frozen pizzas

Used to act like a diva

Used to have no rhythm, all blues

That's until I met you

And you could tell by the shirt he wore

He's a folk singer slob in the video store

The soul captivator and he's so hardcore

Activator in your hair, leave your cares at the door

Never in the corner store, looking like Pauly Shore

Cruising on a world tour

Down the stream, life is just a bore

Would be in the Final Four if his ligament wasn't torn

Meniscus trouble, now he's living on the bubble more

It ain't easy making green, it ain't easy being poor

Brush your teeth, do your chores

Get a car, move on out like Billy Joel

Fall in love, singing doo wop North Philly soul

A million sold, still does his laundry and dishes

Genie always tries to taunt him with wishes

But he's grateful for what he has

A new concept, usually life's a drag

All he had to do was pass me a scalpel, I made an incision

Cut off the part of his brain that did the bitching

Put it in formaldehyde and put it on the shelf

Now he shows his friends and says "that's my old self"

Used to collect frozen pizzas

Used to act like a diva

Used to have no rhythm, all blues

That's until I met you

Now I pick apart the day

And put it back together my way