My Old Self - Mr. Probz

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, cant 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 wont close, a 'chute that wont grow [?]

Ima put it somewhere it wont 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