I really need to get away
Wheres the old me?
I think it's really bout time that I make that change
Just walking through the days
Don't know what I'm thinking about
But I'm at that age
Where I'm supposed to
Know myself and what I wanna do, my man
F*ck that
How could I know my use?
F*ck that
For no reason, feeling little blue
F*ck that
On and on
Then on and off
Caught in a fog
I'm racing but
I don't know what for
My only way to get away
Is packed in a pipe but I'm down that road
And I'm still the same
It's not okay
I'm different than I was
I've gone down the drain
Another day is gone
I wash away
Where's the old me?
Hold up