Lyrics:
exclaim
What's going on
While I sit from a distance and jot it down in song
A revolution, a resurrection
A new history
Old Rhymes
Old Style
Same letters
I don’t know why you did me wrong
I was stuck with the same old song
I thought that you’d come along
Fuck that shit
Imma see you on weekend
Argue for
Carti's my favorite rapper (What?)
Old-heads so confused by the fucking matter (Huh?)
Invalidate the music, dismiss it as mumble rappers (Yeah)
"A
hoes so it's alright
And I'll do it all again in another life
It's a repeat of the same old shit
The same old song on the same old tip
Wit' niggas
oh, it makes me stay||Like an old tin star, beat up and rusty|Lost in the shining stars of Nashville, Tennessee|Well, I wrote this song for those who
Every summer, every weekend, every fucking night
I tell myself today's the day
The day I write that song
The one that starts the album
The one
O's
Drinking til our brains slow
When the party, who knows?
Time to go, say adios
Wake up in the same clothes
Weekend on repeat mode
Hey man, where
Same old story, same old song. I've heard that line for way to long
She was right and I was wrong, please come back where you belong
The Same old story
sing about that, that’d be fine by me"
In the old days they’d call that a duet I think
Grabbed a bottle of Mineragua
And from my nightstand an orange
tired
I'm tired of that same song
Oh
Cause I've heard it
I've heard it all before
Girl I'm telling you I'm tired
oh
I'm so sick of that same old song
Girl
song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
If I don't hear from you by tomorrow
I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes
Come
need
Just drowning my regrets, old Joe and me
'Cause nothing's going right it seems
but there's nothing wrong with the same old song
I'm singing 'bout my
long can we be
Where we don't belong
How long can we sit here
And play the same old song
I try to be good
I try to walk the line
But I get strangled
By
that weekend
So fuck love, fuck it all, I'ma ride by my lonely
Me, myself and I, only people that know me
Ain't no bitch that's ride or die, put that
felt
No arrest warrant, no weapons found
One eyewitness, yeah, black body down
I can hear it now
It's the same old racist shit
"Thought he had a gun
"
Yeah
Ayo
Aye
I ain't been the same
I'd be lying if I say
That I don't miss the old days
Kick it with the homies
Money be the main goal
I been stuck
[Intro]
Rest in peace, Pops
cin't a day go by where I don't think about him
Check
[Verse]
Having dreams of that old apartment number
Seein' my pops
and ties
Taking our clothes off and feeling each other
With fingers and senses and mouths and eyes
Incurring the glances of old disapproval
From
the corner of his 40-ounce bottle
On the weekend him and my pops flashed the 'Vette
Till one weekend my uncle got stabbed to death
He got murdered by
(uh)
I'ma fuck you all weekend
And stay up late with you
Smoke a couple swishers
And we can talk about it, laugh at our old pictures
Just remember
for trial
I'll stay out of goal by paying my bail
And after I'll go to the court of appeal saying
"You've done me wrong," it's the same old song
trial
I'll stay out of gaol by paying my bail
And after I'll go to the court of appeal saying
"You've done me wrong," it's the same old song forever."
the same anymore
I think I need a change
I think about it
I've seen some shit and always dream about it
Deep sleep
It's 3 AM and its on again
Same Old Song
dancing barefoot by the seashore
Dirt track, turn 4
Pedal to the medal gonna show you what we're here for
Six strings, good songs
Ole wooden boat with
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