Old Ways

The old ways of me, I wasn't really proud, I'm only Proud of the person that I am
Now. Used to drink the liquor when I was fucked Up, when I was feeling down. Took the pills when I Was faded
Nobody was around. The amount of love that I Share, ain't no amount. Fake love, I get. I can't
Even count. Can't trust no one, I start having Some doubts. You a dumb person, if you really Would try To

Count me out. I'ma show you why, you can't even Count. I'ma make it happen, when it really counts
I found a new lane, the money makes the route. This is the trenches, you gon' see the drought
If there's no love, I'm just really out. Never cared For the fame, or the clout. I'm just wanna win
That's what I'm about. That's what I'm about

I'ma show you why, you can't even count. I'ma Make it happen, when it really counts



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Writer(s): Traven Bryant
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