my old self

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