Old Ways

Lyrics

[Intro] RealYungPhil (Keep going) RealYungPhil (What) RealYungPhil (Damn, what) RealYungPhil (Yo!) (Eera) (Surf Gang) [Chorus] I can't go back to my old ways, fuck How you told me I changed 'Cause I ain't go back to my old ways And you said it was love, but you show hate I just think you be kiddin' like, go play And this phone work both ways You need to pick up the slow pace And I really don't show face 'Cause the hate be real but the love be so fake Fuck a job, nigga I had low pay Ain't 'bout money I'm skatin' like Lupe We had this bitch goin' up on a Tuesday You wanna talk down, nigga meet your doomsday You think I give a fuck 'bout what you say? 'Cause I don't, wait [Verse] I don't think they want the smoke I remember when she took me as jokes Now she all on my dick and she say I'm a G.O.A.T Wait, I could put dick in her throat Wait, I ain't rockin' no chrome When my brother ride with a chrome He up the stick, he gon' send yo' ass home And I don't want the lean, nigga leave me alone What the fuck does you want? And this Christian Dior my cologne You think I give a fuck when I don't They was sleepin' on me, now they woke I got money to blow I might just jump off the stage in my show [Chorus] I can't go back to my old ways, fuck How you told me I changed 'Cause I ain't go back to my old ways And you said it was love, but you show hate I just think you be kiddin' like go play And this phone work both ways You need to pick up the slow pace And I really don't show face 'Cause the hate be real but the love be so fake Fuck a job, nigga I had low pay Ain't 'bout money I'm skatin' like Lupe We had this bitch goin' up on a Tuesday You wanna talk down, nigga meet your doomsday You think I give a fuck 'bout what you say? 'Cause I don't