| So long to the old me, baby
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| You gon' get to know the new name
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| Shit was all good a week ago
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| But now things been gettin' so strange
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| Cause I’m so far, so far from the one you used to call me
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| I’m so far, so far from the man I used to try and be
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| When all these dreams they made up are no more
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| I’ll make up some more
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| Used to make up shit
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| Then I threw that makeup all on the floor
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| And smeared all over everything
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| That I thought that you loved me for
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| I was searching for some help
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| Then I fell in love with myself, blah
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| Yeezy shoulda signed him, Khaled shoulda signed him
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| Way I murder shit, you think that Jeffrey Dahmer woulda signed him
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| Came up in the sticks, had the city on my mind
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| Dedicate this one to Nas, my version of my book of rhymes
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| Mama raised a pro prolific kid with a flow though
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| Black a la K-Ci, JoJo, anytime that I go go
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| For it like Forrest Gump, I’m forest like 401
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| And since I’m calling the shots, they call me son of a gun
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| My saliva and spit can split thread into fibers and bits
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| So trust me I’m as live as they come
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| Got a little cold, couple summers, no sun
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| 'Til I found love and fallen to the one I’ve become
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| So long to the old me, baby
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| You gon' get to know the new name
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| Shit was all good a week ago
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| But now things been gettin' so strange
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| Cause I’m so far, so far from the one you used to call me
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| I’m so far, so far from the man I used to try and be
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| Extra, extra, read all the fuckboy about it
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| I’ve been double, triple dotted way before my ass was scouted
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| I was singing off key, but this dream was in my rearview
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| I just took it somewhere, not even fuckin' Siri knew
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| Pops was mad when I quit everything for this here
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| Driving home from practice, put the Land Cruiser in fifth gear
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| Yellin' at the boy like, «What the hell you really doing?»
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| Now we bullshit on the phone
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| He say, «I'm glad you showed and proved it»
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| So far from the old me, Uncle Sam gonna owe me
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| They all looked so surprised
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| When I said, «Rest in peace, Dobie»
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| Got my ear to the ground, I put my heart in the sound
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| I made a promise that I won’t follow others around
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| 'Cause following lead to death and they won’t lead me to me
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| I took my time with this shit
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| And now time ain’t coming for free
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| I made changes to make change with my A game
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| So if you ask me now, be prepared, 'cause I may say
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| So long to the old me, baby
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| You gon' get to know the new name
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| Shit was all good a week ago
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| But now things been gettin' so strange
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| Cause I’m so far, so far from the one you used to call me
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| I’m so far, so far from the man I used to try and be
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| So far from that backpack-wearing
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| Kid rapping that you’re used to
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| So close to that man named Aaron
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| That made a name that you can never leave out
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| And so much for holding back my story
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| So close to giving you the new me
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| So far from staying up late nights
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| Ever since I found my One Long Dream
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| And so I say
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| So long to the old me, baby
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| You gon' get to know the new name
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| Shit was all good a week ago
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| But now things been gettin' so strange
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| Cause I’m so far, so far from the one you used to call me
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| I’m so far, so far from the man I used to try and be |