Elijah Johnson - New You Lyrics

Look, look
Momma
Told me
Should have
Told You
I am
Grown now
Let go
Old you
Old money
Old hoes
Old car
Old shoes
Old ways
Old drama
Old blank
New you
Momma
Told me
Should have
Told You
I am
Grown now
Let go
Old you
Old money
Old hoes
Old car
Old shoes
Old ways
Old drama
Old blank
New you
22 On my rims I’m cold
You aint got to tell me bitch I know
Look at my wrist I think it's froze
Look how the rollie don’t tick, I know
30 Thousand just to show at shows
Play three times then I cop that rolls
Diamonds in the ear and one in nose
Same old verse you know how it goes
I aint got one so I stole this flow
Same rhyme scheme and y’all say it go
Drop same song and y’all say I’m G.O.A.T.
Talk about money, some clothes and hoes
I put it all on on top of a beat
You stay home but scream it’s me
On your couch but you act so street
All I know is that it can’t be me
Momma
Told me
Should have
Told You
I am
Grown now
Let go
Old you
Old money
Old hoes
Old car
Old shoes
Old ways
Old drama
Old blank
New you
I think it’s time that we grow
I think it’s time that you know
I think its selfish and awfully hellish its all of this drama you bring to my door
You just don’t get it; I know man I know
Never will get why I’m letting you go
Old things die and new things grow
One thing is certain, you got go
Because
Momma
Told me
Should have
Told You
I am
Grown now
Let go
Old you
Old money
Old hoes
Old car
Old shoes
Old ways
Old drama
Old blank
New you
New money
New clothes
New friends
New coupe
New drive
New heart
New soul
New news
New nigga
New women
New talk
New rules
New this
New that
New facts
New You

Look, look
Momma
Told me
Should have
Told You
I am
Grown now
Let go
Old you
Old money
Old hoes
Old car
Old shoes
Old ways
Old drama
Old blank
New you
Momma
Told me
Should have
Told You
I am
Grown now
Let go
Old you
Old money
Old hoes
Old car
Old shoes
Old ways
Old drama
Old blank
New you
22 On my rims I’m cold
You aint got to tell me bitch I know
Look at my wrist I think it's froze
Look how the rollie don’t tick, I know
30 Thousand just to show at shows
Play three times then I cop that rolls
Diamonds in the ear and one in nose
Same old verse you know how it goes
I aint got one so I stole this flow
Same rhyme scheme and y’all say it go
Drop same song and y’all say I’m G.O.A.T.
Talk about money, some clothes and hoes
I put it all on on top of a beat
You stay home but scream it’s me
On your couch but you act so street
All I know is that it can’t be me
Momma
Told me
Should have
Told You
I am
Grown now
Let go
Old you
Old money
Old hoes
Old car
Old shoes
Old ways
Old drama
Old blank
New you
I think it’s time that we grow
I think it’s time that you know
I think its selfish and awfully hellish its all of this drama you bring to my door
You just don’t get it; I know man I know
Never will get why I’m letting you go
Old things die and new things grow
One thing is certain, you got go
Because
Momma
Told me
Should have
Told You
I am
Grown now
Let go
Old you
Old money
Old hoes
Old car
Old shoes
Old ways
Old drama
Old blank
New you
New money
New clothes
New friends
New coupe
New drive
New heart
New soul
New news
New nigga
New women
New talk
New rules
New this
New that
New facts
New You