Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
blackbear
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Anthony Pelletier
Songwriter
David Ramos
Songwriter
Matthew Musto
Songwriter
Eric Conley
Songwriter
Tarro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicholas Anthony Pelletier
Producer
David Ramos
Producer
Tarro
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I miss the old you
The one that held me down and kinda told the truth
At Warwick every Wednesday, can't control you
Partyin' with rappers, actin' hoeish, too
You got yourself a singer, ah
[PreChorus]
When it was on, we was on fire
Even let you and your girls go whip the Ghost 'round town
Draped you head to toe in GucciGhost, wow
And I never got a single fuckin' thank you from you
Or, "I love you, daddy", you ungrateful bitch
The more the baddie, more the bratty
Man, I take you out for dinners, take you shoppin' for them clothes
Before I got so distant and you got so fuckin' cold
[Chorus]
I miss the old you, I miss the old you
I used to hold you, I used to hold you
And that ain't cost nothing, baby
Real love don't cost a motherfuckin' penny
I miss the old me, I miss the way I used to be
I miss the old me, and now these drugs controllin' me
It's all your fault, baby
Still reachin' for that Henny
[Chorus]
And I never got a single fuckin' thank you from you
Or, "I love you, daddy", you ungrateful bitch
The more the baddie, more the bratty
Man, I take you out for dinners, take you shoppin' for them clothes
Before I got so rich and couldn't trust none of these hoes
I miss the old you
Take you shoppin' for them clothes
Before I got so distant and you got so fuckin' cold
[Verse 2]
I miss the old you, before you fucked G-Eazy
Both the Migos, too, started bumpin' 21 and NAV
Just 'cause we do on the slow notes, late night, Beartrap, Mansions
I got Snoozegod on my right, I pour a four up in my Sprite
[PreChorus]
When it was on, we was on fire
Even let you and your girls go whip the Ghost 'round town
Draped you head to toe in Gucci Ghost, wow
And I never got a single fuckin' thank you from you
Or, "I love you, daddy", you ungrateful bitch
The more the baddie, more the bratty
Man, I take you out for dinners, take you shoppin' for them clothes
Before I got so distant and you got so fuckin' cold
[Chorus]
I miss the old you, I miss the old you
I used to hold you, I used to hold you
And that ain't cost nothing, baby
Real love don't cost a motherfuckin' penny
I miss the old me, I miss the way I used to be
I miss the old me, and now these drugs controllin' me
It's all your fault, baby
Still reaching for that Henny
[Chorus]
And I never got a single fuckin' thank you from you
Or, "I love you, daddy", you ungrateful bitch
The more the baddie, more the bratty
Man, I take you out for dinners, take you shoppin' for them clothes
Before I got so rich and couldn't trust none of these hoes
I miss the old you, I miss the old you
I miss the old you, I miss the old you
I miss the old you
Written by: Daniel James Ramos, David Ramos, Eric Trent Conley, Matthew Musto, Nicholas Anthony Pelletier, Phillip Eric Conley