Page Turner - Back to My Old Ways Lyrics

Back to my old ways
Barely care 'bout how you feel
Like in my old days
I was tryna get a deal
Back to my old ways
Barely care 'bout how you feel
Like in my old days
Different way I had to deal
Never be too nice to people consistently
'Cuz I feel they get these tendencies
We go from friends to undercover enemies
Energy draining my vibe
I always strive with no sympathy
Make me feel like it's 2012
The world ending, so I hustle trees
That SUV got a funny smell
No Officer I got nothing to sell
R&B for the variety
Blunt rolled for the anxiety
Cut throat if you ever lie to me
I'm not good with apologies
My dream house with Sotheby's
30 mil - like the lottery
Buy a crib like I'm fatherly
I'm just living out my prophecy
R I P lil peep
21 Young and it's sad to see
Need more lyric and we need more beat
Stripped this down so it's plain to see
Back to my old ways
I keep it one hundred
But they run from it, always
I broke my promises
I broke my promises
I said I won't change
Back to my old ways
Barely care 'bout how you feel
Like in my old days
I was tryna get a deal
Back to my old ways
Barely care 'bout how you feel
Like in my old days
Different way I had to deal
Back to Hub City I'm back in Centralia
Everyone think I came back as a failure
I treat the game like it's Celia
Sugar is sweet
I Cruz the beat with the Féria
100 I don't wanna be
29 under 23
That's 6 feet under 2nd street
It's always more than the eyes can see
I need more time than money now days
So i might play funny when you faking my way
Why does someone gotta die for a raise
If it's in my blood
I don't hold no grunge or change
I just show love both ways
Spend 2k on a whole new page
They move equality i move economy
Grow up, my people are equally quality
High standards that i never changed
Keep it real. it always goes my way
But I made that choice
And I hold that stage
Stash what I make in a safe with two keys
Hoping I'ma own that plane
Don't play with the game let's just be more humble
2018 as we tumble
The Instagram and the tumblr
Self-snitching for the youngster
That's no thinking of a hustler
Burn that backwood like the rubber
Ain't no telling on each other
It's no more apologies
None at all...
Just keeping it 100 (Back - back)
Back to my old ways
Barely care 'bout how you feel
Like in my old days
I was tryna get a deal
Back to my old ways
Barely care 'bout how you feel
Like in my old days
Different way I had to deal