Steven Johnson - S.S.D.D. lyrics

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Steven Johnson - S.S.D.D. lyrics

Verse: It's that same sh** different day life Lost like Amelia Eahart's plane in flight Thinking I'm moving but I'm still just floating The clouds roll in, now I don't know if I'm coming or going Smoke a gram of the Purp just to get me through the day My phone always blow up but I don't hear what they say If I ever leave my room it's to get that cash Some nights I even get myself a little of that a** But she mean nothing so other than my dick, I feel nothing She don't stay the night, hoes always in the running Playing Wiz Khalifa in hopes that one day I'll be stunting But all the music I put out gets gun down, so I stay hunting Take another puff and pa** it off to my mirror Sarah McLaughlin says I've fallen but I barely hear her My mother calls my phone while I'm roasting this roach She tells me she's on cloud nine for me but I haven't left the coast I live the same sh** day in and day out This slump seem like Everest but it's just a dirt mount But I can't climb over it if my routine never change But my routine can't change because I've lost the key to my cage So I stay here with these hoes and drug dealers Staring out my window at the guys in suits, driving Beamers Wondering how they did it like I couldn't And wondering if I just need to take my soul to the dry cleaners My dishes haven't been washed in months I haven't even taken the garbage out once My clothes smell like cigarettes and weed But I think a hair cut and shave is all I need Down some caffeine and get out of bed Take two Tylenol to calm my banging head Trying to think of the last positive thing I said Spread some peanut bu*ter on no name bread Turn on the TV and watch sitcoms Get stoned, record my vocals and drop these bombs Thinking about fake IDs and getting drunk Wondering if my life is an episode of Punk'd Silly rhymes for the ill minds And not the same type of ill like my lines I mean that I'm seriously sick Complaining about life to the ho on my dick After s** I Tweet about my pain Nobody Retweets because nobody knows my name Seems like while all these other rappers play the same game I'm struggling to embrace my own lane Rolexes, Buggattis and Gucci belts These are all the things I can't afford Sitting here baggy eyed watching Seinfeld I don't even have the energy to pray to the Lord S.S.D.D Parting the debris like the Red Sea Recording this track at a quarter after three Just the same sh** every night for me My sister called me up the other night She said, "You need to change, this isn't right" But how? "You need to get out of this rut" "Is this how you want to be remember when you rot?" No, I guess not But it's like this regular life won't stop If I go for the win then I might not make it hot Because there's a really good chance that I might flop I'm going to live this routine life so I don't go astray Because any risks I take might take my life away So let me just turn off the light and light another J Because that's what you gotta do when you live the same sh** different day Outro: So let me just turn off the light and light another J Because that's what you gotta do when you live the same sh** different day

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