same ol' same ol' ft. theDeeepEnd Lyrics

Every time I step out

Homies hate on my style

Homies ain't on my grind

Same ol' same ol'

Same ol' same ol'

Every time I step in

Ladies go tell they friends

"Dariush how he so hot?"

Same ol' same ol'

Same ol' same ol'

Whatcha know about a bill?

Whatcha know about a homie?

Whatcha know about your friends being fake and phoney?

Whatcha know about trust?

Whatcha know about luck?

Whatcha know about a clock?

Looks like yours is running

Yeah I'm that pretty boy

No Mississippi boy

Make 'em jealous

Getting messy with they misses boy

Yeah I'm that pretty boy

Make 'em miss me boy

It gets messy when you messing with me silly boy

Whatcha know about an old head talking bout me?

Whatcha know about a youngster bobbin' at me

Whatcha know about fine piece sayin' "hold me"

Oh please

I want something that'll actually show peace

Hold these

Boutta bluff pussy

Like it's four queens

Fold jeez

French babe thinks I'm from 110 Queens

French babe sayin' "I love you baby"

"Buy me Fendi et je reste ton baby"

Every time I step out

Homies hate on my style

Homies ain't on my grind

Same ol' same ol'

Same ol' same ol'

And every time I step in

Ladies go tell they friends

"Dariush how he so hot?"

Same ol' same ol'

Ain't you tired of the same ol' shit?

Same topics, same models in the same ol' whips

Young Deep laser focused as a Kano hit

Thanos grip, dropping gems, change the world

Then change my fit

Diabolical

Everything we doing over here is astronomical

Hella stars, hella bars

Competition optional

Same old song and dance, all your offerings are comical

I'm offing every obstacle

Eyes wide shut

Closed mouths don't get fed

Might die by lust

Good sex and good head

In thighs I trust

You can take my heart

I'll cast my light if things feel too dark

You know you tired of those played out lines

Real love is so appealing but quiet hard to find

Baby take these rhymes for when the sun done shine

And I'll be home for your love by the same ol' time

Why is it that there's a gun shop

On almost every corner in this community?

Why?

I'll tell you why

For the same reason that there's a liquor store

On almost every corner in the black community

Why? They want us to kill ourselves

You go out to Beverly Hills, you don't see that shit

But they want to us to kill ourselves

Every time I step out

Homies hate on my style

Homies ain't on my grind

Same ol' same ol'

Same ol' same ol'

And every time I step in

Ladies go tell they friends

"Dariush how he so hot ?"

Same ol' same ol'

Same ol' same ol'

This for the same ol' homies

Chillin' on the same ol' blocks

With the same ol' glocks

And this is for the same ol' ladies

Still showin' the same ol' love

Guess nothing changes

Same ol' same ol'

And to all the homies I ain't talk to in a while

I'm still the same ol' brother

IN THIGHS WE TRUST