BLACKCLOUDS - I MISS ME Lyrics

Flip phones
Blow smoke
Champagne
Jesus
Fast cars
Gym bros
Cute girls
My weakness
Free flights
Late nights
Bar fights
I'm shameless
No plans
Just weak ends
With girlfriend's
And fake friend's

And just when I thought I had it all
I realize there's something missing
How far can I fall
I think I miss me
I think I miss me
Oh, woah oh

Spent another winter away from the beach
I miss the sand between my feet
Been pulling all nighters
And I sleep twice a week
Oh Lord, I miss my family
I'd blame it on the pressure
I'd blame it on the girls
I'd blame it on the fake friends
Tell me which is worst
I'd blame it on the liquor
I'd blame it on champagne
Guess my feelings don't matter anyway
And just when I thought I had it all
I realize there's something missing
How far can I fall
I think I miss me
I think I miss me
Oh, woah oh

I think I miss me
Oh, woah oh

I'd blame it on the pressure
I'd blame it on the girls
I'd blame it on the fake friends
Tell me which is worst
I'd blame it on the liquor
I'd blame it on champagne
Guess my feelings don't matter anyway
And just when I thought I had it all
I realize there's something missing
How far can I fall
I think I miss me

I think I miss me
Oh, woah oh

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
All right, all right
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I got lake friends and fake friends
A whole lot of frenemies
Been degging in my pockets
Sweep the sheets right out under me
Been stacking bnb's, but I'm doin it virtually
Make four times a year
What your dad makes for salary
100 baddies blocked
No we don't eat leftovers
100 baddies rocked
We like to play the rover
I keep bullets in my socks
Shoot my shot, and it's over
All my exes leaving Texas
Because I'm lurking round corners

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
All right, all right
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I miss the old me
The shooter and suitor
I could conquer the world
In a single maneuver
But now I'm chained down
Making money through a computer
Ain't complaining, but i guess that's why I'll murder a beat
I miss me
Yeah
I miss me
Yeah, yeah
I miss me
That's why I'll murder a beat
Packing all my life and trauma for the world to see
I miss me
Yeah
I miss me
Yeah, yeah
I miss me
That's why I'll murder a beat
Packing all my life and trauma for the world to see

I, I got dividends that pay me every second I sleep
I, I got baddies pushing cushions they turning hours to weeks
I, I got paper that my parents never thought I could keep
Now I got memories of people seeing my life and weep
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
All right, all right
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I like the new me, yeah
I like the new me, yeah
I like the new me, yeah
Thank you to all the haters for all the memories
I like the new me, yeah
I like the new me, yeah
I like the new me, yeah
Thank you to all the haters for all the memories