Lyrics:
forever"
"I can't, " said Mitchell"
"I do not want to go wake up in the same old bed "
"And eat breakfast in the same old kitchen
Every room in my house
the same old ground
Don't know why I'm still around
Lord knows that I shouldn't
The things I regret
The things that I couldn't
Pile up on top of me
So heavy
berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by
come first
Whats makes it the worst
Is I feel
Stuck by the same curse
Living from a broken dream
Tryna see a mans worth
Learning from some women
All this Math
Written by Nathan Conrad and Nick Mitchell
It's the return of everything you thought you had
Grownups want to dress you up like Mom
“Same Old Routine"
Michael Zettler
Come home, go to bed, get up, do it again. Come home, go to bed, get up, do it again
The same old routine,
Cruising through Temecula feeling irie
Dirtyfest vibes organized by the Dirty Knobs guys it's a reggae party
Craig Mitchell Charlie Williams Dick
life was merry
Five years later I'm feeling like [???]
Maybe I'm exhausted, maybe I just lost it
Maybe I should pick up a pen, try and force it
Same
For January, Fillmore on the 7th, showed his face
Then on the 9th, Richard arrived at the Nixon place
McKinley, born on January 29th, I hear
Then,
night
That the real
Ditch the old love, Find a new one
Hopefully the kids forgive you
Love the new you
And double Christmas
And I dream
And I dream
I got
of marijuana
Versace gathered the troops, kept snipers on the roof
Mitchell and Ness had accurate aims
They were the truth
But on the other side of town
The same
fans there is nothing to gain
Everyday I wake up and it is just the same
Written by: Wes Mitchell, Zay B, and Crisp
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
been
I been feelin like the same old kid
Same old kid
Same old kid
That was
That was crying bout the same old shit
Same old shit
Same old shit
I been
I
in the morning
And we're packed into a narrow recording
Studio in Burbank, California
The same studio where the 28-year-old rapper
From Philadelphia
life was merry
Five years later I'm feeling like [???]
Maybe I'm exhausted, maybe I just lost it
Maybe I should pick up a pen, try and force it
Same
nothing, my grind is astounding
I been at the bottom, I made my way out it
I told them my dreams, I know some of them doubted
My team full of real ones, no
Wake me up
To see a roof, a room
And a sky so gray,
And the same old face
If you can't take it anymore
Hold your breath
And dream a dream out of this
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
j cruise wit' the 2's
To fix the damn fools dat think I'm slippin' wit' my juice
Breakin old habits so hard to do
Das why you see me on the same
such a goal, damn
Take it from an old man, on my next project
Imma zoom in to my mind, call it mind-roscopic
In the style of a biopic, I'll rap away all
They say I do the same old shit
Same old flow same old rhymes
Same old songs same old grind
When are you gonna change it huh?
When wont you be
.jpg/224px-Ray_McKinley,_Hotel_Commodore,_New_York,_N.Y.,_ca._Apr._1946_(William_P._Gottlieb_05801).jpg "Ray McKinley")
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