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same place - joe james lyrics

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
same place, these same bros, these new phones
are these plain clothes, these track phones
are these black roles, these hooded figures
getting mad close
you found little jimmy by tesco’s
i saw little charlie and i saw myself
with his wild eyes and these ass blows
this, yeah, pathеtic fallacy
grip on the back and squeeze and twist and list
love my grip on rеality
i’ve been on a mad ting, man’s knee deep in it
now i don’t know normality
if it is what it is then that’s what it has to be
you gotta let go, not be panicky
i like tings with fluff and stuff
who don’t watch calories with personality
and they carry that vaseline
but her lips dark red and they taste like aniseed
aroused by your energy
i was just watching you
while your brows were in a gallery
not scalping your pals on a salary
fire and pitchfork sounds of the anarchy

25 jibs and a stainless steel
but a face white gold, i’m the coldest
i’ll dine on a swan before i get a bus down
i ain’t tryna look big like moses
there’s a whole lot of pain in my process
rips on my ricks and my jeans like i’m homeless
yeah, shh, look
i’m on a spineless and boneless
rain or snow, i’m still gonna linger
look at these donkeys following shrek round
got more class than my pinky finger
one finger in her mouth, one finger in her, shh
whatever she’s into
she went with her and the world got a plinter
on tour with a 9mm and a sprinter
in the field but i’m not tamavinga
more like joey barton on a bender
i’m david beckham in peckham on a late night drive
tryna link victoria
you ever shot a barracuda with a speargun
i cooked it, pure euphoria
i’m like jason bourne meets 007
but i’m darker and rory and gory
i’m evil on gory i’m messing with the gardener
but i’m much more h*rnier
i rolled down a stiff when i came home
now he’s on f*ckery again man he’s on all of ya
i said bro just call now man you know it’s pepper’s out of you
you can’t get caught you know
i’m the beast of the back like rudi
got togo seats down the track to a boudoir
togo seats down the track to a boudoir
tunnel vision man it’s tubular
chikorito, i’m a super soul
low’s, mid’s, and the price he has
for the good price, i got stupid grub
same place, these same place, these same place
these same roles, these new phones, these plain clothes
these trap rounds and these back rows, these
mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

- joe james lyrics

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