Lyrics The Old Me - Doobie

I was sipping double cups, but I had to go solo
Had to take a chance, had to switch up the mojo
Down on my luck, I was never gon' fold up
I don't post a trust when I feel like my own bro
We know what you did, times I wish that I don't know
Don't tell me you love me, baby, we know that it don't show
Livin' my best, shawty, give me neck
To get rid of my stress, I like havin' sex

I party too hard, take it too far
Pull a few double R, we ridin' with a star
We real rock stars, we real rock stars
Trashin' hotels, gettin' kicked out the bar
Shawty say I'm charming, gotta be the charm
'Cause I ain't got shit but some dick for a broad
I've been puttin' on, let my dog down bad
All he gotta do is call, you know I put it on

You say you miss the old me, old me
Now you wanna talk about the love you never showed me
You're bringing out the old me
You try to change me but you know you can't control me
You can't control me
How can you say you miss the old me, old me, old me?

I'd rather be alone than to feel alone
I drink it 'til I don't know how I made it home
I don't care about your problems 'cause I got my own
You say I got issues, at least, I'm working on them

I can feel it coming, I can feel the storm
I've been smoking reefer while I'm feeling stoned
I'ma do them wrong, and sing this sad song
I'ma spend this money 'til the bag gone

Ay, it go doom and doobie, only smoke the best
Batwing babas get it from the west
She thinks she perfect but her life a mess
Shorty spoiled, we all know the rest

Let's have sex, girl, I'll get you wet
Make that pussy stress, make you make a mess
She gon' catch this bone and gon' tell her facts
I'm in love with pussy, yeah, I must confess

I can't breathe, I can't go, I can't leave
I don't know what to believe
But true colors always bleed
You got blood on your rosary
I can only show what's shown to me
I cannot go, girl, I been balls deep
When the love ain't real, then shawty you can keep

You say you miss the old me, old me
Now you wanna talk about the love you never showed me
You bringing out the old me
You try to change me, but you know you can't control me
You can't control me
How can you say you miss the old me, old me, old me?

I'd rather be alone than to feel alone
I drink it 'til I don't know how I made it home
I don't care about your problems 'cause I got my own
You say I got issues, at least, I'm working on them

I can feel it coming, I can feel the storm
I've been smoking reefer while I'm feeling stoned
I'ma do them wrong, and sing this sad song
I'ma spend this money 'til the bag gone ('til-'til bag-bag gone)