The Old Me

Tryna find the ways to the old me

Trekking back and travel far

Never getting cold feet

Sick of being gone where the times held

I don’t need nobody else

Getting back to myself

Bring me back to the night

Where everything went wrong

Back when nothing went right cause

I could learn a lot from that young boy

If I could tell him one thing

You never were in love boy

At least not yet

No luck

Keep going on you’re drive

Bro you never gon give up cause

Thats not who we are

Just not in our gut

You a fucking star

Betta never change up

But I’m

Tryna find the ways to the old me

Trekking back & travel far

Never getting cold feet

Sick of being gone where the times held

I don’t need nobody else

Getting back to myself

Getting back to Sunday night dinner at my moms house

Only day I’m eating right

And feeling like I’m myself

Don’t get me wrong

No I’m glad to be grown

Just take me back to where I wasn’t checking my phone

Take me back to where my only chance wasn’t hope

I wish I took advantage of the blessings I’ve grown

No point to romanticize the past with mistakes

Take control the future and boy don’t ever change

Tryna find the ways to the old me

Trekking back & travel far

Never getting cold feet

Sick of being gone where the times held

I don't need nobody else

Getting back to myself

Tryna find the ways to the old me

Trekking back & travel far

Never getting cold feet

(never getting cold feet)

Sick of being gone where the times held

I don't need nobody else

Getting back to myself