Dawg you dun lost yo mind
Cause I was waiting patiently
But yet you couldn't wait for me
Instead you went and changed on me
Changed on everybody who just wanted to be there for you
You think by doing this you gon become a better you?
You think by doing this that you gon be saint or something?
I think you gon insane or something I hope you know your days are numbered
I hope you know that day is coming
Cause you made yourself a promise that you'd stay the same
You might as well just change your name
While your at it
Cause this ain't how we planned it
You a fake, understand it
Man I hate what you became and the way you just abandoned what I use to call a bond
Now you just so beyond
Now you just got me writing shitty songs
Bout the old you
Breaking up the whole crew
I gotta make it vocal
And I hate to say I told you
But I told you
If you ain't careful nigga you gon switch up
And next time the homies call dawg you better pick up I hope you
I hope you ashamed of yourself
Why'd you have to change yourself on me
Cause what's a heaven made in hell
And don't you put the blame on me
Is this what you call therapy?
It don't feel therapeutic to me
Is this what you call therapy?
I hope it ain't too late until you see
I don't know you
It really hurts me that you say those things
After all we use to be one in the same, you know
Look
You really think I've lost my mind
I'm thinking clearly more than ever
I did this for the better, and you got this vendetta
And you got too much you-said-this and too much of you-promised-me's
You always dealt with problems with your fists and animosity
I mean you're still so angry at the world for what your dad did
When you got cousins barely making livings who don't have shit
Oh you think that you're the man now cause you made a little money?
You got a brother and sister in a third world country
And now I got me a girl, bless her heart she an angel
But she wouldn't have look twice
Had I chose to remain you
You got fans who adore you, there when shit goes wrong
And yet you haven't dropped a song in like 6 months long
And those friends you think they'd call if you you didn't pay for their shit?
Tell me where the fuck were they when you weren't making a cent?
So gotta I cut you off now, even if it kills me I had to kill you so that I could be the real me
Now I don't hate myself
I had to go and change myself on you
Cause what's the point staying in hell
I love the new me not the old you
This is called therapy
It feels therapeutic to me
This is called therapy
And one day you'll finally see
I don't know you