Released on January 14, 2014

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Verse:

It's that same shit different day life

Lost like Amelia Eahart's plane in flight

Thinking I'm moving but I'm still just floating

The clouds roll in, now I don't know if I'm coming or going

Smoke a gram of the Purp just to get me through the day

My phone always blow up but I don't hear what they say

If I ever leave my room it's to get that cash

Some nights I even get myself a little of that ass

But she mean nothing so other than my dick, I feel nothing

She don't stay the night, hoes always in the running

Playing Wiz Khalifa in hopes that one day I'll be stunting

But all the music I put out gets gun down, so I stay hunting

Take another puff and pass it off to my mirror

Sarah McLaughlin says I've fallen but I barely hear her

My mother calls my phone while I'm roasting this roach

She tells me she's on cloud nine for me but I haven't left the coast

I live the same shit day in and day out

This slump seem like Everest but it's just a dirt mount

But I can't climb over it if my routine never change

But my routine can't change because I've lost the key to my cage

So I stay here with these hoes and drug dealers

Staring out my window at the guys in suits, driving Beamers

Wondering how they did it like I couldn't

And wondering if I just need to take my soul to the dry cleaners

My dishes haven't been washed in months

I haven't even taken the garbage out once

My clothes smell like cigarettes and weed

But I think a hair cut and shave is all I need

Down some caffeine and get out of bed

Take two Tylenol to calm my banging head

Trying to think of the last positive thing I said

Spread some peanut butter on no name bread

Turn on the TV and watch sitcoms

Get stoned, record my vocals and drop these bombs

Thinking about fake IDs and getting drunk

Wondering if my life is an episode of Punk'd

Silly rhymes for the ill minds

And not the same type of ill like my lines

I mean that I'm seriously sick

Complaining about life to the ho on my dick

After sex I Tweet about my pain

Nobody Retweets because nobody knows my name

Seems like while all these other rappers play the same game

I'm struggling to embrace my own lane

Rolexes, Buggattis and Gucci belts

These are all the things I can't afford

Sitting here baggy eyed watching Seinfeld

I don't even have the energy to pray to the Lord

S.S.D.D

Parting the debris like the Red Sea

Recording this track at a quarter after three

Just the same shit every night for me

My sister called me up the other night

She said, "You need to change, this isn't right"

But how? "You need to get out of this rut"

"Is this how you want to be remember when you rot?"

No, I guess not

But it's like this regular life won't stop

If I go for the win then I might not make it hot

Because there's a really good chance that I might flop

I'm going to live this routine life so I don't go astray

Because any risks I take might take my life away

So let me just turn off the light and light another J

Because that's what you gotta do when you live the same shit different day

Outro:

So let me just turn off the light and light another J

Because that's what you gotta do when you live the same shit different day