"Old Me" by bib sama.

Tryna knock down granite walls
Looking at the sender but I never get the calls
Signal or the Stone, who's the first of them to fall?
Special ops scurry, the demons lurking, watch em crawl - I'm appalled
to think they used to hold by the neck
Moving stressed, damn near depressed
safe to say I'm not impressed
By the old me
Phony sense of self
With acrimony, inner discourses took all my health
along with health, you know the saying - so went my wealth
and with my wealth, I clocked I drowned in the feelings I felt

rather than letting go
Tried to tread Pacific oceans when I could have float
But now I know
I'm in the now and I vow to honour my soul

rather than letting go
Tried to tread Pacific oceans when I have float
But now i know
I'm in the now and anyhow, I'm forever whole

• Electronic
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Hyperpop
• experimental hip-hop
• London