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letra de same song - young george

i was like looking off to the side
alright, we’re live
uh, tryna catch the beat
you remember that sh-t?
hold up

i’m lost but it feels great
yeah, caught as the storm rains
parked on a one way
whistling as the song fades
moving on from a long day
it’s apathy, so indifferent
it’s coming back to me, i’ve been missing
a catastrophe that i twisted
into something so magnificent
back from the dead, it’s thrilling
all of the images and the visions
are they reality or a figment?
don’t know
i’m bound to be so indignant
a masterpiece left unfinished
man i don’t know what’s the diffеrence?

but can we rеconcile the difference?
admittance of the wrong
not just another sing song singalong
i don’t go with the flow i create it
relate it, then noise gate it
publish it, hope they relate it
what’s going on, what’s going on?
why am i in the same d-mn place?
what’s going on, what’s going on?
why am i living the same d-mn day?
what’s going on, what’s going on?
why am i singing the same d-mn song?
what’s going on, what’s going on?
what the f-ck is going on, what the f-ck is going on man?

before these beats was banging out the bas-m-nt
i was facing detainment
mental enslavement
mental hospital drama
tryna put me in a forever pajama
call me whack case but actually i’m quite crafty
and gritty with the flow, don’t you know?
but still i lack what i want from my show
don’t know what i want from this bimbo
so i’m stuck in limbo
tryna open my mind
f-ck it, we about to start the revolution
me and george like putin, we on some collusion
no solution to this paranoid delusion
pain from my mental, my success won’t be accidental
but either way my heart’s still a rental
and i’m still sad, even holding the bag
jet lag can k!ll a lad
especially if all he ever wanted was his dad
all of my friends, like people who didn’t rap, were like yo can i get on this?

what’s going on, what’s going on?
why am i in the same d-mn place?
what’s going on, what’s going on?
why am i living the same d-mn day?
what’s going on, what’s going on?
why am i singing the same d-mn song?
what’s going on, what’s going on?
what the f-ck is going on, what the f-ck is going on man?

yeah, no worries

i stumbled through the door
fumbled keys to the floor
i’m done, i can’t take no more
hunger strike for the poor
thunder before the storm
stung me right in the core
under my ribs i’m sore
pummeling lungs with blunts
and i’m funneling what’s uncorked
coming for number one
i’m not done with this ’till a hundred mill
to take care of my boys
to silence all the noise
feed my family financially
and make it to the source
and i ain’t talking ’bout magazines
not here nor there nor in between
i’m tryna end the cycle
this ain’t cause i had a dream
i mean, the life’s nice
i’m just making it right
i’mma fight strife ’till we all make it to light
the cost of peace of mind ain’t always equal to price
take flight, i’m not the type to make nice, alright
cause do you know the cost of making music for the lost
tossed and turned every night
while you yearned for a better life
a way out the fight, out the indictment
out of the excitement
retirement from the bullsh-t
no longer have to pull that sh-t
backflip with joy
but since i was a boy motherf-ckers been faker than soy
funny like jo koy
but still mental illness in the air
life ain’t fair, tryna act like i don’t care
cause either way i probably won’t get my share
these bones stay bare while these motherf-ckers stay scared
studio has a beware sign at the door
these beats will knock you to the floor
compression ain’t a suggestion
come to me if you need that engineering lesson
life keeps pressing but i keep these dumb hoes guessing
i’m just a kid tryna become the man
hope one day they understand
hope one day everyone sees the plan
b-tch

- young george

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