Advancer
People say they want the old Dre'
Well I don't give 'em answers, I don't give 'em answers
The old me was a fuckin cancer
And y'all ain't help me become an advancer
People say they want the old Dre'
Well I don't give em answers, I don't give 'em answers
The old me was a fuckin cancer
And y'all ain't help me become an advancer
Y'all want me take back all the blessings
Go back to depression, and unhealthy obsessions
Of bitches I felt like I shouldn't be in their presence
Cause of lies I told myself that made me feel like a peasant (yea)
And y'all ain't even help me erode that
So why the fuck should I go back?
So I can be in the headspace of "Bathroom
Floor" when I wrote that
The funny shit is most of y'all ain't even post that
Fuck it, it's noted
Seen the truth get unfolded
Bought the lies when you sold it
You disguised all your motives
Now it's time to expose it
Don't hide when it's time for me to ride and unload it
Leave you on the side like a rodent (yea)
People say they want the old Dre'
Well I don't give 'em answers, I don't give 'em answers
The old me was a fuckin cancer
And y'all ain't help me become an advancer
People say they want the old Dre'
Well I don't give 'em answers, I don't give 'em answers
The old me was a fuckin cancer
And y'all ain't help me become an advancer
To keep it a hunnid
I put people before me who
Left me with nothing
So there ain't no discussion
All in my head like concussion
Worst enemy was me and
It was so crushing
Don't know how I could function
With other people I would say what's right
When it came to me I wouldn't take my advice
So I always had to pay that price
Staying up late, with my thoughts at night
Then I started meditating
Taking care of me and never hesitating
Learned my thoughts wasn't me then started Separating
From the ego, that's self deprecating
You gotta love yourself before anyone else
(come on)
People say they want the old Dre'
Well I don't give 'em answers, I don't give 'em answers
The old me was a fuckin cancer
And y'all ain't help me become an advancer
People say they want the old Dre'
Well I don't give 'em answers, I don't give 'em answers
The old me was a fuckin cancer
And y'all ain't help me become an advancer
Well I don't give 'em answers, I don't give 'em answers
The old me was a fuckin cancer
And y'all ain't help me become an advancer
People say they want the old Dre'
Well I don't give em answers, I don't give 'em answers
The old me was a fuckin cancer
And y'all ain't help me become an advancer
Y'all want me take back all the blessings
Go back to depression, and unhealthy obsessions
Of bitches I felt like I shouldn't be in their presence
Cause of lies I told myself that made me feel like a peasant (yea)
And y'all ain't even help me erode that
So why the fuck should I go back?
So I can be in the headspace of "Bathroom
Floor" when I wrote that
The funny shit is most of y'all ain't even post that
Fuck it, it's noted
Seen the truth get unfolded
Bought the lies when you sold it
You disguised all your motives
Now it's time to expose it
Don't hide when it's time for me to ride and unload it
Leave you on the side like a rodent (yea)
People say they want the old Dre'
Well I don't give 'em answers, I don't give 'em answers
The old me was a fuckin cancer
And y'all ain't help me become an advancer
People say they want the old Dre'
Well I don't give 'em answers, I don't give 'em answers
The old me was a fuckin cancer
And y'all ain't help me become an advancer
To keep it a hunnid
I put people before me who
Left me with nothing
So there ain't no discussion
All in my head like concussion
Worst enemy was me and
It was so crushing
Don't know how I could function
With other people I would say what's right
When it came to me I wouldn't take my advice
So I always had to pay that price
Staying up late, with my thoughts at night
Then I started meditating
Taking care of me and never hesitating
Learned my thoughts wasn't me then started Separating
From the ego, that's self deprecating
You gotta love yourself before anyone else
(come on)
People say they want the old Dre'
Well I don't give 'em answers, I don't give 'em answers
The old me was a fuckin cancer
And y'all ain't help me become an advancer
People say they want the old Dre'
Well I don't give 'em answers, I don't give 'em answers
The old me was a fuckin cancer
And y'all ain't help me become an advancer
Credits
Writer(s): Deandre Johnson
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