Old Friends, Old Girls, Old News

Oh, look at this life through clear eyes;
Old friends, old girls, ain’t it old news;
I ain’t even stopping to think, swear its the only thing that saves me these days;
Head out the door, hitting the block heavy, hoping I’m coming home;
Start drinking, then I start reminiscing, ain’t it funny;
Old girls pulling heavy, an I ain’t even trynna holla, damn;
Good guy or bad guy? What do I dare choose.