i miss the old you

Sorry that I grew When you should've too Now you saying, I miss the old you Pull up to my crib, say som', cmon tell the truth Call him Ben Simmons, you know he not gonna shoot How could we compare, when you don't get in the booth Miss the old me, okay, who else share the view Who else got a clue, Bout me, Who was I to you If you cared at all, you'd see the hell you put me through Tried to put me in a dark place showing no face like a Metaknight Cuz you know I'd win if it came down to a real space and a fair fight Paint me out to be a disgrace trying to make a case when you know I'm right Thought you saw me in a better light Invite you into my own house, and you tell me you got a better sight How you can say that you love me, when you dissed me just the other night F*ck it I'm done with the new you, and the old me, I'm taking flight You can catch me in another life Peace