Missing My Old Life - KINTA

Nowadays I sit around feeling out of touch

Because after the tragedy I lost so much (yah)

My life was going up and happiness was around

But once things got settled I knew it would fall down

I had so much passion it gave me so much pleasure

That I didn’t have to deal with nonsense and pressure (I didn’t)

The contents of life to me was all treasure

But the love I had was much more and it was special (it was)

However (huh), y’all know how love goes

When the people you love turn into your foes

They say they there for you they say they’re ten toes

But turn their back on you when time starts to flow (They do)

What will you do when time starts to go

How will you move when time starts to show that nothing will stop for you no

matter how low

How low will you go for time I don’t know

I would love a time machine to see how I’d grow

Even though I would only see a plateau

Because I’m so obsessed with trying to change my old ways

That it brings distress into all my new days

But to speak on my old days it’s funny to even think

So focused on doing my thing I ain’t even want to blink (I didn’t)

Finding out new ways to maybe grab a mink

When in reality all I really needed was a shrink (yah)

Snapping 1,2,3, and 4 is like watching the same kids walk into my store

I know that they’re stealing something to be happy for

Because once they go back out it’s the same downpour

Of sadness that I know they’ve seen before

How could you leave those kids alone when they’re already torn

Fighting their inner self and asking why they were born

Looking up to god with no help so they just mourn

But, sorry for the long backtrack

I just want to have my old life back

I don’t talk about it a lot but this album did it right

Can you feel my emotions after all I had to fight

You don’t have to understand you don’t have to feel bad

I just wanted y’all to know my reasons for being mad

This ain’t about pre AVM and all my old leisures

This is post tragedy after the seizures

And I know I have a bad strategy with my anger

Throw emotions on a track just to try and make a banger (ayy)

Everyone gets on my back when I get paper

But I can’t give it all so they call me a bad caper (why)

Feeling darker inside so I guess I’m Darth Vader

One thing I understand is playing the role of a dad

Kids line up to talk to me when they’re sad

But never listen to advice and they still get mad

You put yourself in positions and you still feel bad

But still ask me for me help you’re not getting what you had

Why do y’all even ask me anyway (why)

I ruin everything I touch and I do it every day

I also hate myself in every single way

There’s a reason I don’t mingle with a girl every day

This the season to be single and still not be okay

At restaurants by myself getting stared at

Just chilling so I don’t need to get glared at

But maybe I deserve it maybe I’m the real problem

It’s been 19 years and I still can’t solve em

But that line was rhetorical, there’s no need to chime (don't say nothing)

I hope this record is historical it’s me in my prime

How about you take notes copy me like a mime

But once again why

I used to wanna kill myself but I had to climb

Get out that dark place so I could maybe make a dime

But now it feels like I’ve been dead this whole time

But can you believe I made a whole song without cussing

But it’s my most intense one that might bring the most fussing

But no one ever said life was a fun vacation (they didn’t)

People ruin everything there’s no relaxation (they do)

Pills ruin memories I ditched the medication

I would rather have seizures than no peace at mind

But I’m getting too personal to try and get signed

(And that’s all)