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tyler tims - not the same lyrics
[chorus]
f_ck the lies that you tell me
yeah we working for a grammy
sage green, money scheme
we’ve been always bout the cheddar wow
catch me writing letters
keep my synonyms together
me n you,_plus the weather
i don’t know,_nothing better
[hook]
watch for birds they be squealing
chill ima get it
bills, i be spending
people die
people k!llin
this the world that we live in
roll
catch a feeling
post?
i be in it
ten toes don’t be tripping now
[post_hook]
baby whats the word
grew up in the south
now i’m living in the burbs
shades on my face
when i pull up to the curb
things ain’t the same
i think back
i feel worse
give me slack
thats a first
time to pack
want a purse
louis bag maybe burg_
undy black
keep my pain up in that
please don’t stain
got no hoes, in my phone
got some goals, to be made
fill the void
not the same
pick a choice
not the same
[verse 1]
i put my passion over actions
no guilt ain’t building up distraction
i throw
my sage into profits
want my family have some options
i thank lord god i’m alive
put my pride to side
got some bigger things to fry
when i need help, i’m in the sky
but i got my poncho you puta
that rain ain’t nothing i told ya
we been bout the waves don’t you get
working on my cross, don’t you slip
want more than ice on my wrist
i’ve been off my sh_t i’ve been p_ssed, i’m a need some cribs for my kids
and i ain’t talking bout bibs
the systems panelled
don’t panic
they throw some dirt so we frantic
just get that cash and you’ll manage
i freeze, smile for the camera
my thoughts worth more than a phantom
got no b_tch in my mentions, i’m only talking bout pensions
they dip out fore’ the message
but they gone come with questions
i don’t
respond to bullsh_t
i know
time is an essence
i take my knowledge and bend it
its all a blur
chemicals on my tounge thats forsure
oh you hate me? f_ck you pay me, what’s your word
[post_hook]
baby whats the word
grew up in the south
now i’m living in the burbs
shades on my face
when i pull up to the curb
things ain’t the same
i think back
i feel worse
give me slack
thats a first
time to pack
want a purse
louis bag maybe burg_
undy black
keep my pain up in that
please don’t stain
got no hoes, in my phone
got some goals, to be made
fill the void
not the same
pick a choice
not the same
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