When I used to know you so well? How did we get here How did we get here? Well, I think I know Do you see what we've done? We're gonna make such fools of ourselves I think I know How can I decide what's right?

You used to hold me You used to hold me me me me, yeah Knocked down everything I tried to do That sounds something like me holding you I've known this can make you understand Take my spirit from my open hand You know better than I do

Yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, I think these niggas is tryin' me The irony, I used to iron jeans that had the heavy crease You know my destiny is somewhere over the catastrophe You know your majesty You don't smoke strong, that's muscle atrophy That's such a

Murderer Used to think the quick now thoughts travel the slowest I remember so they want to murder RA 'Cause I got knowledge of self Unoheal, Unoheal (Rock a bet) Who want low boats of keys from overseas Then put it in the streets and spread like a

Now you're just somebody that I used to know But you didn't have to cut me off Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing And I don't even need your love But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough No you didn't have to stoop

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

Up all night long And there's something very wrong And I know it must be late Been gone since yesterday I'm not like you guys I'm not like you Hey mom, there's something in the backroom Hope it's not the creatures from above You used to read me stories

Ah ah ah ah ah That's bringing out the worst in you I know we can fix these kinks But the worst in me doesn't want to work on things But the worst in me doesn't want to Remember when I used to be happy for you? 'Cause we know the truth is that we could

Don't go chasin' waterfalls Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all But I think you're moving too fast A lonely mother gazin' out of the window Staring at her son that she

They cried the tears, they shed the fears, Up and down the land, They stole guitars or used guitars So the tape would understand, Without even the slightest hope of a thousand sales Just as if, as if there was, a Hitsville in U.K., I know the boy was all