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ivan ooze - same ol' lyrics

i walk the streets with only shrapnel in my pocket
wallet full of dead moths
and no shopping dockets
i work two to three shifts a week at best
barely enough money to buy a new tee to impress
im broke it ain’t’ no joke
that’s why i smoke
to shake the door out of the broke neck choke
i know a lot of you people can relate
got a boss ya hate co workers irritate but can’t retaliate
we in the same boat like immigrants
show the world our innocence yes they’ll feel the imprisonment
work every day remain diligent
still treated like a piece of sh-t
power makes the billions ignorant
all i want is a bike with handle bars
some strings on my guitar
and a home brand caviar
you might think that’s bizarre but im sick of being poor
sicka sick of sitting at the bar
pour me another one aaar
same ol’ day
same ol’ sh-t
same ol’ paycheck in your midst
same ol’ -rs- snoring in the same ol’ lips
same ol’ barstool were i take my sips
call it the same griss and i must admit
that the same ol’ me is much better than this
its just the same ol’ same ol’ yea yea
its just the same ol’ same ol’ yea yea
(buzz) (buzz)
theres another buzzer another soul crusher
another 5 oclock start
doesn’t get much ruffer
empty toilet roll
there goes another soul
sometimes i just think it would be easier just on the dole
washing machines leaking
life is fully peaking
the only time i get away is when im daydreaming
my real estate agent called speaking
my rents over due have until the weekend or i must be leaving
so f-ck it ima do my own thing
ima make the cha ching
ima make the crowd sing
ima be the next thing
ima make my name ring
ima live like a king
ima buy some bling bling
might be a rapper
might be an actor
might be the guy that cans the x factor
whatever i can be i’ll reamin me
and transform my life to bigger things like bumble bee you feel me
same ol’ day
same ol’ sh-t
same ol’ paycheck in your midst
same ol’ -rs- snoring in the same ol’ lips
same ol’ barstool were i take my sips
call it the same griss and i must admit
that the same ol’ me is much better than this
its just the same ol’ same ol’ yea yea
its just the same ol’ same ol’ yea yea yea

- ivan ooze lyrics

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