AreYouWithMe? Lyrics

Little old me

That was the low me

Time had to grow me

I used to want anyone to know me

Uhhhhhhh

But now I move slowly

Show me your true intentions

Don't get close solely to get far

Do you follow me?

Where we at in real life?

Been grown

Let's go see

If you ain't real in real life

Go be elsewhere

Like golden rule O G I shine solely

Because I reap what I sow

Glee

It's so c r u zzz

If u don't get it I'm still too me

You ain't gonna know

Because you don't know me

This is real imagery

Yessiree

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Little old me

That was the low me

Time had to grow me

I used to want anyone to know me

Uhhhhhhh

But now I move slowly

Show me your true intentions

Don't get close solely to get far

Do you follow me?

Where we at in real life?

Been grown

Let's go see

It's so see

Soul is In this body

But real is In this soul

I'm keeping it real in this song

Many tend to not comprehend

When it's so imperative

And then some

Lend me an ear

So I can bestow on you the thin sum

Of wisdom that I'm grasping

I spent a lot of winter and summers

Gasping for breath

When it became steady and smooth breaths

So now I'm laughing

Since I leaned radical acceptance

Life's sweeter than it had been

I'm kind of bragging

I mean this could be you

If you ain't lacking the views

I've gained since unpacking my baggage

And the pain of where I have been

Uh

Little old me

That was the low me

Time had to grow me

I used to want anyone to know me

Uhhhhhhh

But now I move slowly

Show me your true intentions

Don't get close solely to get far

Do you follow me?

Where we at in real life?

Been grown

Let's go see

Sometimes I have to reassess

What's the right questions to be asking?

To be the best me

I've blasted off compared to the past me

I'm passing away one day

So you best be believing exactly

What i craft is how I'm amassing the skills

To master the execution of distractions

And bad vibes

Once I converse I can't retract

After contact of my words

So I must come in tact

And and not whacked out of my own mind

By my own hand

Oh how tragic that'd be

I'm finding a new remedy and melody

What's scratching more than the surface

Of what's really happening

This hardly scratches the surface

Of what I have

In store with my purpose

I'm saying more or less

You'll be wordless

Hold on