Globin - Old Ways

Old Girls in my phone, why you wanna call?
How you wanna know what is really going on?
I can't Bring you back to the crib
You cannot meet my ma
Old Girls in my phone, she don’t wanna go
I can't leave her lone, Yeah but
She- She gotta go
I'm in the sky, staring out a window
But I gotta fly, I just cant let go
Hoes in my phone I won't ever hit
Guess im petty
He aint even know it was a lick
Guess he wasn't ready
I know later he'll be feeling sick
Ed, Edd, n Eddy
I know that the love is counterfeit
But its still deadly
Reason I won't trip over a bitch that be too friendly
She got have you wanna whip
While I'm in a new Bentley
That was just my old ways
Old days did me wrong
If she ain't a dime dime
Need to get some new pennies
Like the way I rhyme rhyme
And she like my new songs
I been rolling prime time
My weed hitting too strong
I been on the skyline
On Pluto
Had to let the memories go just like Uno

Written by:
Max McPhatter, Robert Chiverton

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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