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"Same Shit Different Day" is a track by Skepta, from the album Blacklisted, released 2nd December 2012. The track is 2:35 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Skepta.
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Yeah, fuck Skepta Junior Meridian War N17 London This is what music sounds like in my dreams Mental Yeah, I'm in my zone Livin' the life of the young and gifted In the studio, run out of drink, all we got is some weed and biscuits I'm supposed to be writing Instead, I'm daydreaming about doggy-styling Kate Winslet Snap out of the dream Pass me the lighter let me light up the green A million words in my head Tryna think about punchlines that I haven't already said I wanna write a diss track, but my enemies are already dead I only smoke one spliff, but my eyes are already red I'll be waiting til the cows come home For man to offer me a biscuit 'cause I don't normally beg Opened up the pizza box we got earlier but it's full of crust and corn We've been here so long, I just heard the speakers yawn I go hard like Jason Bourne These other MCs remind me of Mr. Bean and Johnny English Reborn But I still beep my horn Screamin', "Team UK" 'cause that's where I made my name That's where I made my change That's where I fucked up them pussyholes when they tried to pop my chain Nothing but true facts that I speak on the track Real niggas know where the real niggas at I'm a good youth, but I will fight back Out to the mixed-race, white and black Fake G's all over the place Before you put it on me, you better put something over your face 'Cause I won't snitch, I'll tell the officer, "I don't wanna press no charges" I'm closing the case, discharge myself from the hospital, fuck the constable Go home and deal with the beef like Sunday roast on a plate See I grew up in London Where the olders talk, but the youngers ain't listening I was given dirty looks at the priest at my christening No food in the kitchen Two brothers, one sister'n Right now you're listening to the oldest sibling And I get so much cake, might change my surname to Kipling All the mandem raise your glasses again Here's to another year at the top of the game Ah, we just can't stop toasting Said I'll be a big MC by end of school term and they thought I was joking Now I got 15 girls in my bed and each and every one of them's roasting Same shit different day Same shit different day Same shit different day Me and the mandem moeshing Said I'll be a big MC by end of school term and they thought I was joking Now I got 15 girls in my bed and each and every one of them's roasting Blacklisted, yeah
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