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lirik lagu ​idkfatal – ​same shit different day

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[verse 1]
seen a lot of my past get buried (get buried)
i promise it was very necessary (why?)
outta college, i make minimum
can’t pay for a daughter or a son
gotta wait ’till about my late thirties
finna pop like motherf~ckin’ perky
i’m in the cut doing motherf~ckin’ surgery
indica what i smoke ’cause the pain hurtin’ me
and i stay in my lane, i ain’t try sh~t
human~bot on my motherf~ckin’ nine~to~five shift (let’s go)
workaholic, you could never keep up
meet a thot then i delete her
move on then i repeat (ha)
find it funny that i still never lеave her
what if i told you i almost slept with a twеnty~seven~year~old named [?]

[verse 2]
lowkey would still fall for the threesome (ah)
but only hit me up when you need one (yuh)
tell her friends suck it up, capri~sun (bleh)
and the other chick a foreign like nissan
asked if i could be her cowboy bebop
tryna settle down, nah, i ain’t tryna tree hop
dress to impress, on god, i’m a peac~ck
gotta bust down in a fresh pair of reebok’s
new pair’ll make the hoes go feral
what’s so funny? i’m no will pharrell
came in her tummy, thank god she sterile
i’on got money, kid would be born in a cracker barrel (in what?)
what the f~ck do i do with my life now? (huh)
guess i’m just gonna party ’till the lights out
sleep schedule reversed, i’m a night owl
uh~huh, me and gang gon’ run this sh~t up, up, up
in a minute i’ma hit up the plug, plug, plug
get a bag then i spend it on bud, bud, bud
she trippin’, think she sippin’ on suds, suds, suds
not kidding though, [?]
posted with the bro’s and the sl~ts
hundred percent chance [?]
watch her do her dance while she pack it up in the club
need me a clean~ass b~tch, tell her rub~a~dub~dub
was a fiend as a kid, need a nicotine buzz
i was begging my brother “please p~ss in this cup”
’cause the only test i wasn’t passin’ was drugs
and the only potion that was never casted is love
reel my line in, no one bit it
pretty sure she gave me fake digits
pretty sure she could never be my mistress
aw, nah, like who am i kiddin’?
[outro]
same sh~t, same sh~t, different day
f~ck a b~tch, get some bread
[?]


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