Same Old Story

Look

Alone in the dark is where I figured out my best moves

Running through the trenches like we had somewhere to get to

Lost a couple brothers shits been fucking with my mental

I'm waking up in cold sweats like I caught a chest flu

It's five in the morning they found another younging dead in the streets

I got to thinking bout how heaven could be

I wanted better for me

Chains on my brothers cost eleven a piece

And I ain't saying they indebted to me, we built this shit off loyalty

I'm just hoping you could ride to this

Spark a blunt, lower the window get high to this