Lyrics:
Verse 1 Intro
It's the same old
Bullshit that you get outta life
In this fucked up world
Not a day goes by
Without running in wall
Fucking up my
the same we'on think the same I done did some shit, I done seen some things
Nigga ever since I couldn't be the same, dang.
I'm off that.. hit my line
Went to ride a time, so clumsy with the money and the money and because they're being right is doing the csian nose like a hassle Same thing featuring
swings
Looking for better things
Lookin' for that same energy that niggas talk but never bring
No original thought, anti-inflammatory medicinal bars
one gone!
He Runs the City
I woke up feeling like today
Was going to be different
For some reason i couldn't put
My finger on it
But there seemed
things but i aint talking bout your sinus
LOL young designer
Cut you off if you dishonest
Tryna be my vaccine all up on my Johnson
Tryna take me to the bed
that don't mean shit
Hate when we be chillin' and they get to catchin' feelings
All emotional, even though it happen everytime
It still catch me by
I'm so colossal dog
I come in with the strength of a giant
Check my sobacos, dog
I'm aerodynamic when I be flying
I'm so reliant
Couldn't ever tell
shopping at the Louis store, say the same shit I'm buying was the same as Drake
20k only in yo safe, boy we spent the same thing when we was out scorin'
more?
Do you want to love me more?
For love is the breath
If water and wave is cursed by the same thing that nurtured its shame
Is it worth all
a moral code
I mean could you tell me 'cos I actually don't know
Fragrance and aura are the same thing
We bounce between people like a pinball machine
are works in vain?
You know it hurts the same
To them it's all a game
All our foolery and coonery
God damn, this shouldn't be you or me (nope)
God damn,
of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldn't stand another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
Turn on my V.C.R.
Same one I've had for years
James Brown
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
that I'm appointed things'll never be the same
You'll actually have to rap to be a member in the game
Not just look good in the leather in a chain
Find
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
hurry that
you dont have to rush things when you the owner and the quarterback
im not rappin for the fame, or flame, or approval from thee hater
I
In Peace to all my fucking soldiers mane
I feel like I'm Soulja boy im doing things
I got video games I got fucking movies
I be playing by the game
how high
I'll be thinking of you the whole time
I'm carrying this heavy load
I don't know what to do
The only thing I know is that
I'm in love with you
see the vision
I couldn't force it on 'em
Doing all this shit by myself
Ain't no time for waiting on it
Tryna put my people on the same thing
So we can
the only thing I cop is them fancy Adidas
They ain't been on Rodeo then 48 hours in Vegas cash out in the Hard Rock casino
This don't be Art son you talking
Overlookin' things like a Rushmore Mounty
And got no other choice except to get a little love (true)
We rise above
The beat be fittin' like a glove
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