Текст песни Z-Ro f Mussilini - Same Everyday
Z-Ro f Mussilini - Same Everyday слова песни
(*talking*)Man, same everyday, wake up, gotta get itTrying to get it baby[Hook]It`s the same everyday, everyday is the sameRunning up and down the block, chasing changeAnd off a million faces, there be a seven year caseSo we gotta be careful, when we slang[Z-Ro]It`s the same everyday, I gotta get up and get itTrying to keep the lights on, and avoid getting evictedCause the landlord tripping, want me out of the houseThinking it`s nothing but that hard, coming out of the houseAnd it is I can`t get a job, cause I`m an ex convictAll day I sell crack, not with but the bomb shitMy spot hotter, than a motherfucking stoveBut if I can`t recognize, your face shop closeI got uppers, downers, whatever you needI got them wholesales, for niggas that wanna beAnd when the drought come in, Z-Ro gon go to the stashI`m in and out of season hustling, addicted to cashI don`t hustle for the fame, I don`t hustle for the shineCause that`s where a alot of motherfuckers, be doing timeNot me, I gotta stay freeCause if I`m locked up, can`t nobody pay me[Hook - 2x][Mussilini]Gotta feel me mama, I ain`t trying to ballaI ain`t gotta follow, plus I`m on the hunt for the dollaGoing through the drama, dailyCause you realize, that the street pays meWhat lately you been giving in, to the sinning of your kidIn and in women friends, getting trained in your denYep since daddy left, and granddaddy leftI been left with the stress, of the shelfAt the age of sixteen, my judgment was afreeredAnd for my 18th birthday, they sent the blue wernI mean the blue warrant, my past pride`s currentWhile my attitude`s a middle finger, they don`t know what I`ve enduredIt`s hell riding candy no license, uninsuredPulled over to the curb, where`s the weed and the syrupBut I`m staying on my note, yep perfecting is with timeSince I`m a boss hap, I use paper, pen in mine[Hook - 2x][Mussilini]We got rich white guys on heroine, snortingWe go to jail for stones, but they can leagallize abortionExtortion, money laundering and inbroanWho the hell gon do time for jobs, lost at World ComThis year America`s fucked up, D-Black and Jono got timeI`m grabbing a phone, it cost a dimeI`m bout to put this land in line, y`all don`tFeel going, y`all feel bills and crimeSo here`s my mind, plus a toilet for a dookieSeven C sale, Mussilini best boochieIgnorance is bliss, so you better call CalvinShit I can`t duck fly, for the whole damn albumMy life is a near, and turbulence is hereBody full of wounds, I think them folks got the spillThe land of the lost, but I`m lost in this landTrying to make a future out this corn in my hand, man[Hook - 2x]