[Pre-Chorus: Christie]

Said if you know me

You know we blow trees

Some of my man prefer the spice

And some of my man like the fruit tea

And if you feel the wave

Blow smoke in the air and get lifted

And we're keeping this shit groovy cause we know that

You're tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

[Chorus: Christie]

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

[Verse 1: Ten Dixon]

You and your mates, G

I saw the vid but it weren't that great, G

Looking like a wasteman in your grey jeans

Nobody cares that you got grey jeans

I'mma come through with the whole team smoking trees

What's that shit in my hand? It's weed

You've got a buzz, but watch it leave

When I apply pressure, how you gonna breathe?

Sick in the head indeed

When I jump in grime on three

Jump on the set, man leave

I would ask T but it's not that deep

All I know is duppy and leave

Take my flow, you teef

Take my bars, it's beef

But it's nuttin' like Meek

More like shanks and guns with me

And you and me, it's peak

[Pre-Chorus: Christie]

Said if you know me

You know we blow trees

Some of my man prefer the spice

And some of my man like the fruit tea

And if you feel the wave

Blow smoke in the air and get lifted

And we're keeping this shit groovy cause we know that

You're tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

[Chorus: Christie]

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

[Verse 2: Ten Dixon]

Certain man wanna spit their life on a tune

With the way, you know them way

I said sixteen, not an essay

Know yourself when you talk to the sensei

Producers wanna send bootlegs

But your beats don't sound better than SK

Cut man's foot off, consequente

This sixteen for your stinking membrane

Bruiser

Nobody here can stop this tumour

You're a wasteman then, wasteman now

And you're gonna be a waste in the future

I should've came more sooner

Cause man like you always thinking the room up

Move, get out the way like Luda

Not an OG but I'll draw for the Ruger

[Pre-Chorus: Christie]

Said if you know me

You know we blow trees

Some of my man prefer the spice

And some of my man like the fruit tea

And if you feel the wave

Blow smoke in the air and get lifted

And we're keeping this shit groovy cause we know that

You're tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

[Chorus: Christie]

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

[Verse 3: Ten Dixon]

This one's for the mosh pit

It's gonna go off when I drop it

Flow's gone crazy, wavy, toxic

All the bad bitches get to the cockpit

That's right, I'm the hot shit

Watch your mouth or box it

I don't play fair, I'll leave man in Mayfair

Then have a pint with the lads like Fox did

They're saying shit and I clocked it

Call for the cleaner, blood on the floor, please mop it

I don't wanna say no names, but

Nah, I ain't playing no games, so why would I stop it?

Closed the door to the scene, that's blockage

I'mma leave, I ain't on no longage

Half of these MCs have no faith

So right about now, you're looking at a prophet

[Pre-Chorus: Christie]

Said if you know me

You know we blow trees

Some of my man prefer the spice

And some of my man like the fruit tea

And if you feel the wave

Blow smoke in the air and get lifted

And we're keeping this shit groovy cause we know that

You're tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

[Chorus: Christie]

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit

Tired of the same shit, it's all the same shit