Man I Used to Be Oddisee (Ft. ​k-os)

[K-os]
I woke up in the morning
I took a trip to the corner store
That's when I heard my calling
But I'd never heard the voice of truth before
So I kept on walking
Pretending I didn't see
Walked by a window and my reflection said to me
You could try all the same
But you'll never know this mystery
There's no pilot on your plane
So you're not the man you used to be
Try all the game, but you'll never know this mystery
When your pilot has no plane
Said you're the man you used to be, seen

[Oddisee]
Losing sight of what matters
Dimming my demeanor in the brightness of the flatter
Enticing is the chatter of room filled with candor
Replaced by fumes that conclude with the banter
Moth to a flame and I couldn't hold a candle
To what I use to be, to what I use to handle
I use to be hungry appetite for respect
And now I just expect people want something from me
Service at the table that revolved in my favor
Designated savior guess I'm picking up the check
Developing a pallet for a rather bitter flavor
The fruits of my labor at a price I won't fetch
It cost me some friends, it cost me connects
But they ain't even debt that I would see as regret
But most men would, as I probably should but the man I am now ain't the man I recollect