Mr. Probz - My Old Self

Said you wanna be friends, but i dont want that told you to leave, see imma go back to my old self find yourself someone else new told you i dont want you to call back cause imma do me bitch fall back to my old self Oooold seeeeeelf this must be the realest shit my pen wrote damn i got spoke loud some crumbs on the table, cheap bears and smokeclouds my head down, put the phone on death man my body so tired cant squeeze both of my hands im doing bad got stress with no motor's Going back to days when the pain was simple to cope with you wanted everything so i just put it on the plate for ya tape that, erase that now cause when you do your best trying so hard to prove something everytime this shit happen it feel' like i lose something and i never been talking' type but two wrongs cant makin' it right and i aint calmin at night i need a moment to cool off but everytime i close my eyes i picture you sucking some dude off but thats me (thats it tho') i gotta learn to cut off whats unhealthy instead of waiting i let it grow thats why my heart knows but why my heart froze every chance of you letting go i already die slow so imma die slow, everytime i cross ya mind i figure this is more then a rhyme something like a bullet hole that wont close i shoot that it wont grow imma put it somewhere it wont show lay my pen down to pour a couple o' jimmy beans and say welcome to the new old me Said you wanna be friends, but i dont want that told you to leave see imma go back to my old self find yourself someone else new told you i dont want you to call back cause imma do me bitch fall back to my old self Oooold seeeeeelf