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mista mister - same things lyrics

[chorus]
you know it’s funny how you love to talk
you get blazed when the mic’s off shot when it’s on
boy listen hard think twice before you get involved
same things, same things, same things, same things
same things, same things, same things, same things
same things, same things, same things, same things

[verse 1]
now, don’t waste it, save it, psycho, yeah, ha
if they sheck me up you know who did it don’t guess
only hope to contain unless if you know ’em
and made one of the two see+through but i still see two
i cook and clean when it comes to you
i make the girls scream as i give up the juice
good so i buck fo’ shots from the roof
it’s sad to be a thug who loves equality, in a world of guns, violence and coffee
and jealous motherf+ckers can’t see, so what can we do?
talk too much, bust a move, you’ll get shot, and i’m gone
sorry you met me, but you ain’t the first
so don’t you come hangin with me, i’m a real one
i just touched down + ferrari’s wet and heavy
she ain’t even drippin’, i ain’t even drinking
b+tch you think i’m jealous? well check me over
you find i had to tell her that i was drunk
and she did not know me? she didn’t know me
she just turned up to me and said, “what’s up motherf+cker?”
i told her “b+tch say what?”+ “you heard me, what’s up b+tch”
i be ride or die, probably
and these are the last few i know
that can hold me like i’m holding them back from
cure my ass, pull a gat out, b+tch
somebody tell these boys the truth, uh
[chorus]
same things, same things, same things, same things
same things, same things, same things, same things
same things, same things, same things, same things
same things, same things, same things, same things

[verse 2]
i had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles
pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent
gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench
whatchu hollerin’? gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
by the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin’ sorry for the homies
so please, jay’s there on his way, no doubt gotta feel no pain
b+tch am i supposed to say this?
point one, f+ck two respect this
this whole beef i can’t comprehend with real b+tches
i feel like the loss of one of the best ever
i was born in the wild hood, as a hazardous youth
with a f+cked up childhood, that my memories bring me pain
caught up in the game, and i’ve been homicide
since the first time
wake up, this is my dream, don’t sleep
i ask for help, so baby just hold me
you saw me stranded in the middle of the sea
life is so short and it’s nowhere to be
i just needed somethin’ to unwind
so now i’m back out on my own
i found a job to open my eyes
and learn to see the side of my mind
all i have to do is stay wise
and hold your voice as your lips kiss mine
and when you smile, my insides are so blue
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[chorus]
same things, same things, same things, same things
same things, same things, same things, same things
same things, same things, same things, same things
same things, same things, same things, same things

[outro]
same things, ooh+ooh
same things, struggles
everyday, same things
run it back again, same things
same things, ooh+ooh
same things, struggles
everyday, same things
run it back again, same things
same things, ooh+ooh
same things, struggles
everyday, same things
run it back again, same things
same things, ooh+ooh
same things, struggles
everyday, same things
run it back again, same things
same things, ooh+ooh
same things, struggles
everyday, same things
run it back again, same things
same things, ooh+ooh
same things, struggles
everyday, same things

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