Lyrics:
on my shit list
Must be the same old yout in the dinner hall
Primary, sippin' on my juice with my biscuits
I'm from a place where we move to da witness
by miles and inclinations, now we're heading down to New Orleans to dig Old Bull Lee and ain't that going to be kicks-
and listen will you to this old
in the game doing it like me
I’m surrounded by history
A legend in the making
K-Rino said homie that it’s
Mine for the taking
Can’t mess with
True I wasn't born anywhere south of the border and I'm not a native to old Mexico
But there's someone there makes my heart as though may to order
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
top ya roofless
In class lets do this if i shoot shit his chestll be drooping
Like old tits them titty bags, that really sag
Give me half all of your
Hours fucking later, I'm in a bed with my underwear by my head
He came right through the door, ready to get between my legs
I felt a big, hard, rod
Ricki Lake
House by the lake, that's a new estate (real estate)
You in that same place, all you do is hate
When I rock the rose gold plain, that's
and you'll get smoked and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you makin' is payin' me
Motherfuck Dre,
and you'll get smoked and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you makin' is payin' me
Motherfuck Dre,
shall be forsaken
And a new age has begun
Day by day to the lay, I always took myself to school and did it with my due diligence
Got outta bed every
side when the day comes
Time goes by I'm the same one, the same one, the same one
On the wake up, way up
By your side when the day comes
Time goes by
falling bells shattered the great wooden beams below. By some grace, the tower of San Mercuriale was spared.
[Family Story]
Narrator:
One family named
in High Noon
I swear I'll get the sweats if I don't get there soon
I think I need a lock-in down the Last Chance Saloon
Same old story, same old
worth it
But behind the masks we wear
Wounds and scars are always there
And they can only heal by being shared
We all have a story
We all deal with
live old without a pension
Once upon a time
Once upon a time there was a middle of a story
But fuck it, they need some ends
Shoot up in the air
In every story
Since men are the same men
Walking this Earth so lonely
Surrounded by the same
Awareness is to come
Consciousness is to come
New cycles
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
Sitting alone in an old rocking chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected by those who should care
Rocking alone in
your noise (Noise)
I’m so broke that I been wearin’ the exact same clothes (Clothes)
I’m so broke that I’ve been usin’ two old telephones (Phones)
it's so redundant
Same old story, same flow every time
Had a great run, now I'm running all the time
Here and now I think about when we used to smoke all
the Purple down in the sky
Up in the Cape
Ten years later the same story
We went down there pass by Mashpee
Crossing a wood bridge over the flume
Watching
about your Monday morning
So, so ordinary same old story
Ey, oh, ey, oh, ey, oh, ey, oh, ey, oh, ey, oh
(No we don't wanna go, no no we don't wanna go)
I
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
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