Video Musik
Video Musik
Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shadow
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miguel Madera
Songwriter
Lirik
And ain't a damn thing changed
Same job, same wage
Same hustle, same stage
Same love, same pain
Same storm, same rain
Same smile, same rage
Same book, same page
Bad thoughts, same brain
So I just pick another strain and then I twist
'Cause I was so close to breaking through, that's why I'm pissed
In this new age, they use blades, not a fist
And I'd rather buy a house than put a Roley on my wrist
But let's just add that to the list, and a prince smoke the kooda
And I could go missing with the pencil and my buddha
And every single snake I'm cutting off just like a tumour
Then I'm switching lanes fast and furious like Luda
Only tough over computer, say it to a man's face
Uppercuts will put these silly rappers in they damn place
Seen these few trappers get ripped off like a bandaid
Some was going hard on the shard till they handshake
Smoking on some fritters, mixed it with the pancakes
Sipping on my liquor while remembering the bad days
Yeah, smile and move on, that's what my dad says
But if they got the beef, we gon' cook 'em like some lamb steaks
Uh, was getting stoned for no reason, said it helps me cope
Stress, weight loss got 'em thinking I'm a healthy bloke
They tried biting my style 'cause I am the GOAT
Brain's too complex, my flows just help 'em choke
She said she missed me, but it's my fault that we haven't spoke
Don't come through like a billy that I had in stoke
You rock designer, do they know that you are actually broke?
Spending all your weekends popping bottles while you're racking coke
I know the truth does hurt, cousin
This is an intro, but I'll make sure that you learn something
I'm on a sofa, head sore, but the herbs numb it
Everything disappears when I hear the birds buzzing
Ayy, I know the truth does hurt, cousin
This is an intro, but I'll make sure that you learn something
I'm on a sofa, head sore, but the herbs numb it
Everything disappears when I hear the birds buzzing
Ayy, same job, same wage
Same hustle, same stage
Same love, same pain
Same storm, same rain
Same smile, same rage
Same book, same page
Bad thoughts, same day
Written by: Miguel Madera