The Dog

The old me
Was the homie
You know me
Trying get back
To the old me
Don't hold me

Fuck a free throw
We eat those
For free tho
Fucked with three girls
Now they selling like the migos

No please tho
all up on yo knees ho
The bees know
Taking off your robe
get you singing like a c note
The money come in rolls
Got me feelin like casino
All up on your 007's
Lemme see those
I'm just tryna blow 300 cash
On some b-roll
I'm just tryna roll you
Like the hash in my t bone

Fuck a free throw
We eat those
For free tho
Fucked with three girls
Now they selling like the migos

For free tho
I don't wanna be those
Cause these hoes
Actin like they rich
But they'll suck you for your green tho

My backpack with sticks
Leaving you swimming out with Nemo
Your girl switched quick
Now she's giving me the deepthroat
I mean tho
She said she never felt you on the real bro
She all up in my crib
And she's smoking my casinos

The old me
Was the homie
You know me
Trying get back
To the old me
Don't hold me

All up on my cash Till it's fat
Call it ce lo
You don't wanna feel me
When I'm getting to the real tho
You got no taste
Caught you smoking on the velo
I be in the cloud
Smoking loud on rillo

Rolling through the clouds
Only loud on me
Can't you slow down
Lay around with me
I've been falling of the mound
Now you doubting me
But I've been picking up the best
They surrounding me

All up on my cash Till it's fat
Call it ce lo
You don't wanna feel me
When I'm getting to the real tho
You got no taste
Caught you smoking on the velo
You be on the ground
While I'm blowing through these trees tho

I'm not too fast
You can feel that hit
Got these pearls spinning round
I can feel that quick
I can't stick around
I don't feel that shit
I'm done with all this waiting
Imma go back quick

The old me
Was the homie
You know me
Got no control
And now I'm feeling lonely
If I could go back
Before you ever know me
Just know me
I would do that
For the old me



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Writer(s): Joe P
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