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Things just ain’t the same oh no
Playing the game but aim so low
Goofies and lames, the same old show
Blame, what a shame, it’s the same old flow
Things just ain’t the same no less
Playing the game but ain’t no refs
Goofies and lames, the same old mess
Ain’t nothing changed, it’s the same old stress
Things just ain't the same for Eville
Taking our free will so my thing is be still
Delete reels to pretend the weak build
The nation on every occasion please chill
They use clout to douse the ceasefire
But each time the beef dies it retries
To leave piles of bodies for street signs
Seems fine until their teeth sink your behind
Then you scream, cry about I'm bleeding please why
You got trapped by green eyes and mean minds
casually.... making cats casualities...
laugh and wheeze just how you fast you bleed..
crash cuz-we... behind wheel fast alseep
imagine please its not that it's massive greed
they invented this racist shit....
now they're thanked for a sanking ship?
Things just ain’t the same oh no
Playing the game but aim so low
Goofies and lames, the same old show
Blame, what a shame, it’s the same old flow
Things just ain’t the same no less
Playing the game but ain’t no refs
Goofies and lames, the same old mess
Ain’t nothing changed, it’s the same old stress
We know the time...
But hours on the clock... do not define you
They rig rungs on the ladder...tell you to climb through
Try to rise, their sticky fingers... provide glue/
Sittin’ pretty, hiding behind news...what a fine noose
Lies proof...steady blade over neck
Define truth, they're petty...and throw confetti over death
Every penny overhead... a sheep to the slaughter
Feed egos, pockets...neglect sons and daughters
Praise eagles and rockets... debasing forefather visions
Stark competition...
Itchin’ to fight, sides chosen...partition high, division in their eyes now
Not really...wantin’ a part in this
Create a spark ...turn partisans into arsonists
Light that we provide...a partial reason your car is lit
Char ya lips, startin’ a fire... facing the targeted
A thousand deaths...for liberty, how a martyr lives
 Things just ain’t the same oh no
Playing the game but aim so low
Goofies and lames, the same old show
Blame, what a shame, it’s the same old flow
Things just ain’t the same no less
Playing the game but ain’t no refs
Goofies and lames, the same old mess
Ain’t nothing changed, it’s the same old stress
Things just ain’t the same or maybe they are…
Arbitrary tribalism or playing their cards..
You know the names, you know the games, carry the scars…
Give my regards to everybody beating them odds..
We gotta deal with trying to heal without being made a meal,
for the appeal of the idiocracy…
Don’t let the game be shared in vain, to end up in the same type of lame shit, it’s feeling like a mockery….
Looking like a troll job, algorithm policy…
Snapfacetwittagram social tiktokery
Yeah it’s not a word but I don’t care, who’s stopping me?
Might get deported but to where? Hell I’m here..
Soon as you realize it’s all intentional….
Notice how they trigger you, poking at and mention you..
Just to pick your pockets while your hands still clenching, woooo!!
That kinda sounds like,
nah I won’t mention you……
Things just ain’t the same oh no
Playing the game but aim so low
Goofies and lames, the same old show
Blame, what a shame, it’s the same old flow
Things just ain’t the same no less
Playing the game but ain’t no refs
Goofies and lames, the same old mess
Ain’t nothing changed, it’s the same old stress
Written by: Cedeño Gatlin, David Tribble, Terry Coleman
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