Qusai - Same Old Song lyrics

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Qusai - Same Old Song lyrics

[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 pa**es 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** I work my a** 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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