Old Ways Lyrics

Hold on real quick

I need my bong real quick

Get like me, Act like me

Try to be all like me

You will never be ever so like me

When they come around me

They understand why they really don't like me

But try to fuck with me

Yea I'm too deep on this shit

Too deep in my fuckin thoughts

Too deep in your fuckin bitch

Too deep in this fuckin shit

So I need a figure out, What I need a fuckin do

Make another rack or go back to my Old Ways

To my old ways back to my old days

When I was trapping upon the street

Like a fool, like a fool ay

With hell a racks in his bag

But you know damn well

This music changed me up

Switch me up to the better

Makin money from music

So I don't have to run the streets no more

But shit be fuckin up

Now I got to figure it out

This nine to five shit ain't working now

So I got to give it up

Tat my face all up so I do not ever get hired

Fuck that damn shit

I may ever figure out

Multiple ways to get my money

Up into my bag

And ion even trippin

Bout the shit that they be telling me to do

In my life, I will never follow the ways

They be telling me now

I will never ever so go on down

N the shit that I be doing in the night

In my life I think that I was the one

To never so see the shit I do

So I may ever so get fucked up in the night

In the night bitch

Is when you'll see me creeping in the night

Off a fuckin xanny, take a fuckin perky

Just to make me feel okay

So we smoke up on blunt

Filled up with sum good runts

And you'll know how it will be

With a hundred fuckin blunts

All up in my backpack

That's how it got to be

Pound n pounds, p's n p's

All up in my bank bitch

That's how it'll be bitch

Ain't trippin over no bitch

Ain't trippin about my life

Ain't afraid to even die

Tried to fuckin die multiple fuckin times

I just realize that this shit

Ain't even worthy for me

I can go on for long

I can go on however I ever so fuckin want

Just hear me on what I got to say

What I got to do, in my motherfuckin life

I don't ever see that fuckin light

That everyone else sees

My body be aching

Like I'm fuckin dying

Everybody is all okay

I think that there's something wrong with me

Multiple fuckin things up

In my mentality and my psychically

Bitch I can't even see what they want from me

I may ever so die in my fuckin

White tee made by straight Lil Peep

Rest In Peace our Vros

Rest In Peace our Vros

You know damn well that's not the way I want to go

But I may die young

And if I die young then I'm getting in

The fuckin process of doing this shit now

But you know damn well ion ever so going down