Used To Be

Yeah, sherman avenue

Playing ball, we would kill it there

Yeah, I miss it there

Ain't been back since june, man it's been a year

Hit expressions on the east just to get a pair

Yeah, and friday nights that was thayer street

Bring my homies up from duke, they would stay the week

Yeah, and all the sudden now I'm headed for these magazine covers

But never will I ever forget when I wasn't

I miss my old girl, fuck your new dude

But if you had to choose, what would you do?

Forget feelings, left those back at home

Ain't got time for that emotional petty shit on the road

Since I took a leap of faith, I've been living in another world

My only make-up sex is with the cover girls

And even though a lot of things changed, just know the real me still remain

Hand to god, for real

I just wanna let you know, I can't come home tomorrow

This is what I wrote

Yeah I hope that you all remember me for the dude I used to be

For the dude I used to be

My whole family out in spain, I wish I could've made it

Had a lot to do, ain't got time for no vacation

Fan base waitin', claimin' I'mma make it

Finished up the tape, thank y'all for your patience

Late nights, day time we running to meetings

New phone, friends lost and numbers deleted

And know it's love, and I wish I could show it

Interviews about where I'm from, cause they know where I'm going

It's kind of funny how a few words turn into fucking

Nowadays it's nuttin' more cause I've already done it

And nothing hurt more than heartbreak, when the start great

Thinking it's love, and learning it wasn't

And good girls come few and far between

Some nights I do it just to do it, I'm not sure what that mean

Just a little caught up in the game

But know the real me still remain

Hand to god, for real