Lyrics:
I’m leavin’ town this morning
Back on a midnight ride
No destination weary
Caught in the same old stride
And oh my lord I’ll see you
Ruined by
and Daddy
Used to go through yeah I surely do
In the sweet by and by I'm
Gonna look him in the eye
And I'm gonna shake the hand of the
Man who used to moan
Looks like he's changed his ways
Ah, but he's still Jim Crow
Jim will spend the rest of the day
Playin' in some big hotel
It's an old song with very
And sometimes by accident
It's tragic but
Shit not normal
Sorry never sorry
Sick of keeping this shit cordial
Til it's formal between you niggas
On record til
still buzzin off water
Don't fuck with me, I'm TOE
Ain't nobody shit harder
I'm droppin numbers in the pot
The same age as my father
And when they hit
No fun my babe
No fun
No fun my babe
No fun
No fun to hang around
Feelin' that same old way
No fun to hang around
Freaked out for another
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
along the way
I'm sitting here all by myself
Looking out the window
I'm playing an old record
The same old melody
Every word comes from
Ain't come around here and fuck wit us,
I'm from the man wit the gang-bang,
Since I was little ain't a god damn thing changed,
Its the same old same
at police
Some of the homies feel opposition can't kill me
I'm a walking obituary, death live in me
I take life through the pen, by the way I'mma see
When I wake up in the morning, same old time
Believe it or not, baby, you're the last thing on my mind
I might miss the conversation, there was
to catch you in the corner of my eye
I know you're gonna darken up my door
Well I got that old time feeling babe
Well it still ain't passed me by
Well
see
The same damn eyes as a day old corpse
On a highway full of IEDs
Life is good!
What do you say to the guy on the street
Who wants to shake your
like a fanny pack?
Chasin' the stardom would turn you to a maniac
All the way in Hollywood and I can't even act
They pull their cameras out
she tends to smokin' out the window
In the air that gas pipe leak
I wonder if she's cringin' at the same time
Thinking pretty thoughts of me
I was
have done
Stole a few cars, never got caught
Started some fights in the scrimmage
We got caught up in the image
Of playing young rebels by
Prices on the rise and are just bankers in disguise
It's the same old funk and jive
Because the faster that you run the bigger someone's gun
It's the same
here by mistake
No luck, only grace
I'm on my way to
Who I am (and all of you), I am (I'm in love with you)
I am (here to worship you), I am (Jesus)
No fun my babe
No fun
No fun my babe
No fun
No fun to hang around
Feelin' that same old way
No fun to hang around
Freaked out for another
sorrow's marching all the way with me,
Telling me I'm old now since I lost my man
Since I lost my man.
Old man sorrow's sitting by the fireside,
Lying
How are things in your little world?
I hope they're going well, and you are too
Do you still see the same old crowd?
The ones who used to meet
to teach
Your wife a thing or two
Come here to this illegal place for joys
And teach your wife this way to grow new boys
I'll take you by your hand
And show
to live
The world will be unkind
No, no curse upon my name
No way I look at a bad guy
And think that I'm the same
No, I won't be blamed
I live
How are things in your little world?
I hope they're going well, and you are too
Do you still see the same old crowd?
The ones who used to meet
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