Same Old (Call Me ribs)
• Written by ribs
ribs's Notes
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Stuck on repeat the cycle beat me
Down on weak knees, pleading for three things:
...one, take away the ladder
otherwise I might fall and splatter when it matters/
Two, my hands are in the air like a foul card
Cuz I'm stressin' more than Tupac's vowels are
So my main desire is to flame the fire
that flickers in my soul but just can't get brighter
Three, you countin' with me or not, kid?
Acknowledge the knowledge that I drop or knot it/
Sicker than Selena and her same old love
Sick of my life and the same old stuff
It tears me...and don't you dare to compare me
to failed dreams...I deny that rarely
...running out of time like a track meet
It flew past me in two fast blinks
...Now I'm waiting for the signal and the strength/
But the track ahead is rough and considerable length
...it's the same old, day after day old
My flame grows, why do I stay cold
I'm a wicked wicked kid with a wickedness
.....Inner sins win over innocence
Heart as dark as coffee is, obvious
Cage it in, you can call me ribs/
Pissed as shit of it, do you get the gist of it?/
Do I need to put it in a tune and whistle it?
...I'm done though, it's dark in my tunnel
vision, which is getting narrow like a funnel
...Slickened tires, gas ignition fires/
have more control than me, I'm sick and fucking tired
...the monotony is causin' me a lotta grief/
Struggling to go like a piece in Monopoly
...so look out for me, I'm 'bout to pounce powerfully
...trounce the beat, come around and bounce your feet
...Maybe I'll just sit and doubt
In that case peace, ribs is out
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