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hopie - same ole song كلمات الأغنية

verse 1:
turnin’ the dials on the radio
it’s the same ole, same ole
aiyo it feels like i heard it all before
isn’t this a remake from way long ago
should we blame the h*es or the men who like [?]
but it’s always been the same song since the first
nothin’ brand new ‘bout that topic
is it ‘bout the profit? really why we dyin’ now?
is it ‘bout the fame?
is it ‘cause they lyin’ ‘bout the money to they name?
people act so funny when you step into this game
but they all end up the same, godd-mn shame
everyone’s an artist but n-body creates
wait, maybe it’s about to be a change
lookin’ at this outcast like isn’t hopie strange
i’m a true head and i’m lookin’ for a place to
lay down my hat so let’s lay down some tracks, foo’

chorus:
it’s the same old song
wonder why we rewinding the same old song
listenin’ to this sh*t are we be
be seekin’ something better
but they keep playin’ the same old song

verse 2:
in the back of my head
wonder why majority of rappers i met
think they steady breaded out, headed out the door
with money on their brain, just dummies with a chain
and a name tryna build so they start a little beef
that’s a gimmick
n-body stayin’ focused on the lyrics
everyone’s a critic and n-body is an artist
everyone is in to k!ll but everyone’s a target
generation built tryna come up on a one-up
still tryna build but gotta deal with all the karma
silly how a dollar bill will switch your whole style
couple people interest now you mister profile
all the while, i’ll be the one on the side
never lookin’ for a coattail to ride
so oh well it’s a right side beer[?] on the right
my writing speak for itself every single time

chorus:
it’s the same old song
wonder why we rewinding the same old song
listenin’ to this sh*t are we be
be seekin’ something better
but they keep playin’ the same old song

verse 3:
so i l-st for the memory, once upon a tape deck
waitin’ for my weekend, gather up my paycheck
rock it to the record store, lose it on the lps
trees and the air i smoke, lost in my headphones
dead room, dense smoke, daddy shake his head, no-
body ever tell me nothin’ till the night fall
head nod heavy through the ‘90s till my neck hurt
write in every margin, steady sharpenin’ my pencils
and there they go, though all of a sudden
full of that bullsh*t, back with [?]
say it was a cycle but i swear sh*t washed up
money on a stripper pole, b*tches getting tossed up
rappers in the kitchen tryna cook a proper obstacle[?]
n-body listenin’, rather bring the figures in
wishin’, waitin’, call me impatient
face it, not everything that glitters gon’ make it

chorus:
it’s the same old song
wonder why we rewinding the same old song
listenin’ to this sh*t are we be
be seekin’ something better
but they keep playin’ the same old song

- hopie

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