Lyrics:
Take a look around now
Change the direction
Adjust the tuning
Try a new translation
Don't look at your man in the same old way
Take a new
tonight? (Come on)
I wish the way that you loved me always stayed the same
I never would have changed like the lines in these lanes
The same old
never really changing
It's the same old ways, It's the same old ways
It's the same old place with the same old things and the same old days
that
That's just the way it goes
That's just the way it goes
Now why do you wanna go
And put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
Well
it goes
That's just the way it goes
Now why do you wanna go and put starz in their eyes?
It's the same old story
Well, they just didn't realize
something new in each and every moon
From your old, old hat to your blown-out shoes
It's tried and true, and it's all I do
And I hope it's not all the same
Yeah, I want that back in the day, circa 2008, beer cans by the lake
Fall in the love for the fate, find someone and escape
You pour, I relate, we
I will be in the same place
One day in the same place
In my head I see the same old thing
It's all down for me but don't you cry for me
I know that
another minute
In this same-old story purgatory
Stop the torture old man
And please don't be myself from the future!
If it was a dog bark or a screaming
My mom never changed my old bedroom
It's the same place, same posters on the wall
Cd poetry by Blink 182
Makin' its way into my songs
Ran away
just sky high ayy
It's about damn time we make these lines
Even better with each rhyme ayy
So when they see us drive by they seeing them
Old school
most people are shallow
They're too afraid to go in deep
So many rappers just jump on a wave
No originality, they just say
The same old shit every song
Verse 1
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time
cloth like some
offering in our way, obscure and open if we dig
down in it soft, dirty, south all under the world,
is gone off in the national
takeoff
White on black tee in the same top
Still fucking up raves on the same drop
Never hate on shit that you ain't got
Life's way too short get paid boss
prevailed
It started way back in the 8th grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
ran in and let the motor run
Lets grow a hunnid pack and wrap em
One by one just like a mummy
I love my bitch but I don't love
Nothing the way I love my
shit plague my mind
Ways I found put me in the ground
Nodding out, same repeating sound
Keep 'em away, I'll come when it's safe
Keep 'em away, I'll come
Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by m'self
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
the old folks still the same
And by the way did she mention my name
And by the way did she mention my name just in passing
And when the morning came do you
the same old story you don’t have to write it for me
I know you’ll be gone by morning
always ends in death or Glory
never learn our lesson call it
want to live in a prolonged stagnation? I am older now and I no longer feel the same way that I did even 5 seconds ago. Watch me thrash around and try
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