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 [bad word] fall back to my old self
Oooold seeeeeelf

this must be the realest [bad word] my pen wrote [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] fall back to my old self
Oooold seeeeeelf