Texty:
My Morning Jacket One In The Same

or a job or a dream but then all three are one in the same and ALL then are one in the same and all us are one in the same

or a job or a dream but then all three are one in the same and ALL then are one in the same and all us are one in the same

Same thing [the same one I fucked up] And like a fool I'm on a block We're sellin' mo' dope, fuckin' wit my cash flow Like pops I let my gun smoke I made

Cee, the one treats everything the sun seek I'm hollering, can't help, I'm hungry I cake rap, bake rap, sack rap, trap rap Same shoes, same shirt, the same work, the same

no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth living, should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black My

My cat walks on furry feet I love my parakeet My name is you We all sing with the same voice The same song, the same voice We all sing with the same

and done i'll be 40 before I know it wit a 40 on the porch tellin stories with a bottle of Jack, two grandkids on my lap, babysitting for Hailey, while

got my piece for what I do, to show you who the fuck number one I shot that bitch without causes, ain't got no love in my heart It ain't no way that

like having a drink or two Sometimes twenty if you're feelin' blue Sometimes one in the morning, so you can get out of bed Ya like Jim, ya like Jack,