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Same Song
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Same Song was released on November 17, 2020 by Tunefreak Recordings as a part of the album Same Song - Single
November 17, 2020
LabelTunefreak Recordings
LanguageEnglish
BPM65
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

You know you can't stay mad at me for long
I know that you're spirits lifted
You been drinking patron
As I sit back and I think
I don't know where we went wrong
She hit me up she wanna work this out
Cuz she say we grown
And i'm tired of hearing the same song
I just skip ain't no repeat I fly off like a drone
I need a audemars piguet bussdown
And I need it two toned
I'm just working and
I'm locked in on the bigger picture
Ain't really concerned bout whats goin on
With these other ****
Yea, fuck whatcha sayin gotta perfect my craft
Multiply the numbers just like math
Tryna hit the 220 on the dash
Yea, zoom-zoom speedin
**** don't play cuz i'll call my heathens
Gotta be one up **** we don't play fair
No we can not break even
I told her if she wanna be around me
She gotta add to me she can't subtract
Know a young **** getting to it
Stacking up the big bank bitch
And dassa big fact
Know a **** needa lamborghini
But I might get the hellcat too
On the side and roll like the tide
You know you can't stay mad at me for long
I know that you're spirits lifted
You been drinking patron
As I sit back and I think
I don't know where we went wrong
She hit me up she wanna work this out
Cuz she say we grown
And i'm tired of hearing the same song
I just skip ain't no repeat I fly off like a drone
I need a audemars piguet bussdown
and I need it two toned
I'm just working and
im locked in on the bigger picture
Ain't really concerned bout whats goin on
with these other ****
My pops told me when I was young
Gotta stand on what I say
How can you look in my eye and just lie
Look at me dead in the face
Issa shame but I can't complain
**** really never felt the pain
Tryna ball like da hawks games
She fuck with real ****
She can't even fuck wit lames
Foreign shit met her outta Biscayne
Crunch time gotta call the ball game
I can't go back to that place I was
I came too far now
Dedicate my heart and soul
Work sunup to the sundown
Knew was brother was gon be a rockstar
Need dat drop top orange camaro fuck a cop car
I still thank God everyday we made it this far
You know you can't stay mad at me for long
I know that you're spirits lifted
You been drinking patron
As I sit back and I think
I don't know where we went wrong
She hit me up she wanna work this out
Cuz she say we grown
And i'm tired of hearing the same song
I just skip ain't no repeat I fly off like a drone
I need a audemars piguet bussdown
And I need it two toned
I'm just working and
I'm locked in on the bigger picture
Ain't really concerned bout whats goin on
With these other ****
Written by: Raymond Kelso
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