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qusai – same old song كلمات اغاني

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[chorus: arabique]
i don’t know what i’ve been doing wrong
it’s like every one’s the same old song
and i pray that i don’t break and fall
so i gotta make it out before, gotta make it out before
they rip up my soul

[verse 1: abz]
why they try to take your rights from this life?
but they don’t want you to dream, want you to believe what they tell you
now tell me what am i supposed to believe?
if everything i see in front of me is disguised to the sea
i know this life as it is, enough to know what it is in this life
the rich get richer, just spend enough money to keep the poor poorer
ain’t nothin’ here for us, all i gotta slap down a verse between each chorus
can you hear me now? i really got it
but i wouldn’t, if a rich jewish man said that i’m about it
got me stuck between selling out
and thoughts of rebelling and let the realness [?]
and flight never had a place in my heart
how am i supposed to know, i’m blackin’ out in the dark
i need a migraine to prove my mind ain’t gone
as i desperately collect and read all the words to my song

[chorus: arabique]
i don’t know what i’ve been doing wrong
it’s like every one’s the same old song
and i pray that i don’t break and fall
so i gotta make it out before, gotta make it out before

[verse 2: qusai]
i’ve been searching, but i still didn’t find no answer
found out, my life, needs a chemotherapy from this cancer
that’s for real, but is it me? ’cause i keep holdin’ on
to imagine every vision’s in a love song
dreams of a simple life, kids and a happy wife
crib by the ocean, chillin’, no stress and strife
sadly, it was harder than i thought
this game and the fame, i never bought
illusions creating confusions, work of a devil
slave to my second nature, soul of a rebel
’cause i can’t give it up, i refuse to fall
’til the wheels fall off, or ’til my curtain call
old habits die hard, they’re too strong
so i’ma keep singing that same old song like

[chorus: arabique]
i don’t know what i’ve been doing wrong
it’s like every one’s the same old song
and i pray that i don’t break and fall
so i gotta make it out before, gotta make it out before

[verse 3: majeed]
take a piece of my pie, but never piece of myself
it’s the 4.0 with his jeans so low
yeah the mouth so slick, but the mind so gone
yeah your boy trying to get it, but his man is on
tell me how you feel when we getting this close
and i did a couple shows, now i’m bagging the most
yeah, hoodie on my eyes, while i’m piffing this roach
and never plot to approach and never smoke just to toast
i went from, bus p-sses to living semi-lavish
and two way flight that catches me in st. atlantis
they act like they love me, just to put me on they tablets
these are choices that i made when i had to, had to grab it
just know, that they never really knew me
i went from countin’ change to lunch at [?]
my biggest choices are, is it steak or ravioli?
sh-t i work my -ss off, these are things that they owe me

[chorus: arabique]
i don’t know what i’ve been doing wrong
it’s like every one’s the same old song
and i pray that i don’t break and fall
so i gotta make it out before, gotta make it out before
they rip out my soul

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