Same Shit Different Day - Skepta: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Same Shit Different Day

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Same Shit Different Day was released on December 2, 2012 by 3Beat as a part of the album Blacklisted

Song Details

AlbumBlacklisted

Release DateDecember 2, 2012

Label3Beat

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM137

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Skepta

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Joseph Adenuga

Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Yeah

Fuck Skepta

Junior

Meridian Walk

N17

London

This is what music sounds like in my dreams, man

Mental

[Verse 2]

Yeah

I'm in my zone living the life of the young and the gifted

In the studio

Run outta drink, all we got is some weed and biscuits

I'm supposed to be writing

Instead I'm daydreaming about doggy-styling Kate Winslet

Snap out of the dream

Pass me the lighter, let me light up the green

A million words in my head

Trying to think about punchlines that I haven't already said

I wanna write a diss track, but my enemies are already dead

I only smoke one spliff but my eyes are already red

I'll be waiting till the cows come home

For men to offer me a biscuit 'cause I don't normally beg

Opened up the pizza box we got earlier but its full of crust and corn

We been there so long

I just heard the speakers yawn

I go hard like Jason Bourne

These other MC's remind me of Mr. Bean and Johnny English reborn

But I still beep my horn

Screaming Team UK

'Cause that's where I made my name

That's where I made my change

That's where I fucked up them pussy holes when they tried to pop my chain

Nothing but true facts that I speak on the track

Real **** know where the real **** at

I'm a good youth, but I will fight back

Out to the mixed race, white and black

Fake G's all over the place

Before you put it on me, you better put something over your face

'Cause I won't snitch, I'll tell the officer I don't wanna press no charges

I'm closing the case

Discharge myself from the hospital

Fuck the constable

Go home and deal with the beef like Sunday roast on the plate

See I grew up in London

Where the olders talk

While the youngers ain't listening

I was giving dirty looks at the priest at my christening

No food in the kitchen

Two brothers

One sister and

Right now your listening to the oldest sibling

And I get so much cake, might change my surname to Kipling

[Verse 3]

All the man, dem raise your glasses again

(Ho, ho, ho, ho)

Here's to another year at the top of the game

Ah, we just can't stop toasting

Said I'll be a big MC by end of school term

And they thought I was jokin'

Now I got fifteen girls in my bed and each and every one of them's roasting

Same shit different day

Same shit different day

Same shit different day

Me and man, dem motion

Said I'll be a big MC by end of school term

And they thought I was jokin'

Now I got fifteen girls in my bed and each and every one of them's roasting

[Verse 4]

(Ice)

Blacklisted

Yeah

Written by: ADENUGA JOSEPH OLAITAN, Joseph Adenuga

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