Miss You

Man I miss the old me
Man I miss the bold me
I hate this new cold me
I hate the person who I've become
I be like bitch you dumb
I got myself on the run
Be like miss you miss you
Man I miss you
Yea the old you
Yea

Miss you miss you
Man I miss you
Yea the old you
Yea I miss the old me
Bitch don't try to test me
That criminal mind is tempting
What the fuck have I become
When I here my own fucking thoughts I go um
Man I'm sick and tired of all of the struggling
Sick and tired of fuckers mumbling
This worlds really crumbling
Man I miss the old ways
I miss the old days
I miss you I miss you
Yea

Man I miss the old me
Man I miss the bold me
I hate this new cold me
I hate the person who I've become
I be like bitch you dumb
I got myself on the run
Be like miss you miss you
Man I miss you
Yea the old you
Yea

Man I miss the old world
I guess now that's just the dream world
You might as well curl up in a ball and hurl
From all the pain no gain
Sometimes it seems all there is is hate yea let it rain
What happened to the good times
Now we go like let's go it crunch time
Work all day all night
You'll never see the sunlight
I miss the old times
Old times old times
Yea

Man I miss the old me
Man I miss the bold me
I hate this new cold me
I hate the person who I've become
I be like bitch you dumb
I got myself on the run
Be like miss you miss you
Man I miss you
Yea the old you
Yea

Man I miss the old me
Man I miss the bold me
I hate this new cold me
I hate the person who I've become
I be like bitch you dumb
I got myself on the run
Be like miss you miss you
Man I miss you
Yea the old you
Yea



Credits
Writer(s): Xander Skinner
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