Lyrics:
Same old shit brotha, just another day. Hey that's okay 'cuz I like it this way
Said the same old shit brotha, just another day. Hey that's okay,
my side
I find myself
Searching my mind In a city of cheap pints
Absorb the sunrise
From a seat perched way up high
I've come to realise
That
A-learning how to live by the golden rule
That was long ago and I'd like to say
I love you in the same old way, uh-hah
I love you in the same old way
Ho!
No chardonnay for my cool uncle Mark,
I beg your pardon just J.D., Coke plus old Garth!
Cuz Brooke’s played Chris’s games way too harsh,
Now he stuck
But God in all his wisdom
Busted through a maiden head
The apostles visit now and then
But I can't get their hands uncurled
By the spikes hammered
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 rock 'n'
to enjoy a freedom that can not be rearranged by fear. To let nothing stand in the way of the freedom of those who chose to live here so today is 1980 again
don't be scared i got enough tricks
Just lay back and be taken by the magic
Same old Same old
Same old thing it never changed no (Changed noo)
Why pray
here, old friend
After all this time
So glad you came
You look sublime
You look the same
My sweet old friend
Never thought we'd meet, old friend
and go the other way
For the right price they could get you the yay
I lick shots for my thug ass niggas that'll put something in you
From they car
in this parable, the mule, or the person holding the carrot ?
No, the woman is the, is the mule. Chasing something that somebody's holds her way
in my way never golden Midas
Lost my touch with the people I miss
Move in a wave now they gone like mist
Same old same old never digest
Same old same
this shit happens
Where we reside
In front of our homes
They put guns to our domes
And expect to condone
To the ways that are sadistic
But frankly I
this shit happens
Where we reside
In front of our homes
They put guns to our domes
And expect to condone
To the ways that are sadistic
But frankly I
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
could have begged them to stay
I found out through
Someone's little petty old way
You shoulda known, you shoulda known
You shoulda known, you shoulda
grace even when I wasn't saved
Could have been Inside my grave
Now I got to do the same
Imma bout to put the same love in Play
Best way to combat all this
Would you like to learn to dance? Well, I can show you how
Gotta book here, all you need to know
We can draw the Arthur Murray patterns
Right here
for my halfer
Before I start chopping off
Heads like King Arthur
When people clash in the game
Why's it such a big thing when
They say a man's real
Switched up my longitude and latitude
You're in my way, you better move
'Cause I'm on the same ground
No, I never changed, I loving every day
I know that I'm
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
old, old, old, old
Must been put in italics, they bold, bold,bold, bold
Rico headed to the top on the road, road, road, road
I'm takin' the lead hoe,
chopping off heads like King Arthur
People here are starting to hear you as the King of grime
because you're the one person that has stuck by this genre
ways
Same old time and place
Same old lame ass ways (ah)
Stuck on a boat I've been here for a while in the ocean
Found myself I've been drowning in my
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