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letra de same songs - jeshi

[verse 1]
i’ve been sitting all alone so
i don’t know why you phoned
got dreams of drivin’ down dirt roads
sport cars, a dog and a home
used to post under tower blocks
’cause all my brothers sell rocks
all these broad day shootouts
crazy babies look up to skies
can’t see the truth, dilated eyes
hands on the world, on your fire
breaks my heart when i see you cry
breaks my heart that you’ll never come home
gettin’ high with somebody else
new day, whole different time zone
still can’t live with myself, gone

[chorus]
left my heart in a bottle of dom perignon
turn the mansion into a h-ll house, can’t we get along?
nights, it’s 4 a.m. on the phone, singin’ all the same songs
i’m in a room full of people, i’m alone, singin’ all the same songs

[verse 2]
i’m first-class trash
drive ’round the benz, life ain’t bad
try help out
friends put the rambo knife in your back
no spliffs on plaques
whole year later, still can’t relax (n0body’s perfect)
’bout to go on tour
tell all my teachers they can kiss crack
my friends slung crack
i was with a light-skin girl in the back
came out the smoke
’bout to have the whole world hangin’ off of my sack
throw up on the futon
fresh prince tryna work out where i’m at
i drive ’round doin’ zombie walks
tryna find out where you’re at

[pre-chorus]
i can’t keep (i can’t keep)
playin’ the same old songs (playin’ these same old songs)
i can’t keep foolin’ myself
playin’ the same old songs (playin’ these, playin’ these same old songs)

[chorus]
(i can’t keep)
left my heart in a bottle of dom perignon
(playin’ the same old songs)
turn the mansion into a h-ll house, can’t we get along?
(i can’t keep)
nights, it’s 4 a.m. on the phone, singin’ all the same songs
i’m in a room full of people, i’m alone, singin’ all the same songs

[verse 3]
look in the mirror and scare myself
spend the money to prepare for wealth
half a pill, pullin’ on my belt
how we back here? i don’t know myself
there’s too much i owe myself, too much pressure
too much leaches movin’ extra
cake to split, i can’t pay for this, need to rest up
get my zen up, could link russel, do some yoga
or have scar jo call me over
body’s in a coma, wake up drunk, both on the sofa
see the truth right through that commes des suit
i thought the nightmare’s over
naked frame runs through my brain
prada wearin’ nighttime stroller

- jeshi

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