same old (Version 1)

By 9TAILS

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[Intro]

(Beam me up Scotty)

Same (Yeah)

Same (Same old)


[Chorus]

Same old day

Same old house

Same old friends

Same old face

Same old club with the same old hoes

Same old blood (Yeah)

Same old legs

Same old boy with the [?]

Same old restaurant, same old gang

Same old order and the same old things

So much happened but not much changed


[Verse 1]

Lemonade on a Toronto sunny day (Sun)

As long as I got the money for keeping these mornings and the money's great

All these feelings could damage me, all these feelings take casualties

But I am what I'm supposed to be, I couldn't see them controlling me, dragging me on

Careful with the money, yeah, I be nice but the music is lovely

Fuck all that hidden text laying in the big font, big boys need to eat I hear their tummy

That shit's a rap no mummy, fun house figure how it got me feeling funny

Rather make it dance like Dougie like Shmoney

Than to make it wait like night 'till sunny

I'm on the loose, lock up the doors I got nothing to lose, I'm looking for food

All of the music is draining my juice

Chasing my visions and changing my views

This shit's not what I'm used to

All of the ways that I used to move have faded away in the process, faded away in the progress

Got no eyes and no name, no path and no pain, no loss and no gain

Somewhere in the empty space between "I remember him" and "never rang a bell"

Allow me to ring a bell for my same old self and the


[Chorus]

Same old day

Same old house

Same old friends

Same old face

Same old club with the same old hoes

Same old blood (Yeah)

Same old legs

Same old boy with the [?]

Same old restaurant, same old gang

Same old order and the same old things

So much happened but not much changed


[Verse 2]

Same old feeling when looking at you

This type of feel I practice for someone that actually matter

I cater to all your problems

And it still get badder, you still get sadder

Showing you the ladder, both feet on

You can have cleats on with some grip taped gloves and you still might splatter

Just fall down, she don't know no up (No, she don't)

Hold another life with a cobra clutch (Cobra clutch, yeah)

Trade friends for a couple of soda cups

Pour it up, glory up, feel glorious

Just for the night but it's all she wants (Uh, woah)

Drink and smoke is all she got

Couple of good friends, not friends, just drunk (Drunk)

New boyfriend, she see sun

Bring him back, rain in the next few months no doubt (No doubt)

Said she in need of a drought (Yeah)

Said she in need of some bright vibes, warm nights, good life

She keep on ringing it out


[Chorus]

Same old day

Same old house

Same old friends

Same old face

Same old club with the same old hoes

Same old blood (Yeah)

Same old legs

Same old boy with the [?]

Same old restaurant, same old gang

Same old order and the same old things

So much happened but not much changed (Woah)

Same old day

Same old house

Same old friends

Same old face (Woah)

Same old club with the same old hoes

Same old blood (Yeah)

Same old legs

Same old boy with the [?]

Same old restaurant, same old gang

Same old order and the same old things

So much happened but not much changed