I once made you a simple promise That I would share my dreams with you Maybe this all became a big mess When everything I dreamed came true Hurting people hurt people It's hard to understand There's a million ways to fix us Screaming like a broken man Am I lost in some addiction? Or just chasing a state of mind? We are trapped by my ambitions I don't mean to sound unkind Hurting people hurt people I'm really missing you But I'm feeling disrespected From those screaming that you do I don't mean to seem weird and distant You know I fear commitment Or do I really? DM me, call me, I'm here to listen I was in London Be bumping up at the soundcheck You say your life's a movie You ain't left your town yet My only bag is Louis I got your back like Chewy But now I'm solo We don't have to chat about it, do we? I'm getting dope What we got is special, yes I know That's letting grow, that's the M-I-S-S-I-O Back in the game, I'm traveling Back in the van, I'm baffling Capital gain, I'm dabbling Half of the fame, I'm cashing in or cashing out Rap performing, Tito's got me bashing out Ash and rain comes after the drought Heaven forming, that's no doubt Gene Simmons, way these Swedish women Need to kiss him I speak in wisdom Yo, these girls, they don't need to listen Hope for seats we had Out to the crack of dawn Drill plays to the grass was gone We're lucky it's lasting long The tears will flow to the notes of the saddest song But for now I gotta go, peace Cause I'm a Bag of old Is that what you want? I'm a bag of old Is that what you want?