Michael Kraun - Same Old Kids

[Verse 1]
Back on my shit again yo, I swear I’m spazzing now
Traded the tall tees andbaggyjeans for acap and gown
Nah, hands me downsain’t what they handing me now
The goal’s to keep your bitches wet, friends paid, and your family proud
If you ain’t multi-tasking, then bitch you ain’t passing
Driving too fast in the backseat, always missing the ashtray
Seatbelts unfastened blasting “Money ain’t a thing” in a Hyundai
With a bad bitch, white girls be like, “in a good or bad way?”
They don’t understand the lingo of us winners
Fuck a label, dawg, I only hand out singles to a stripper
Was up in the dining hall getting them swipes like tinder
Minimum once a night, pussy just like dinner
But then lose count when during a bender
Yeah, I’m sure you remember
I was dropping rhymes, you were dropping lines like enter
Fuck your agenda
Jack Daniels and Tuscan Leather
Rocking timbs in sunny weather
You know Queens does it better

[Chorus]
Uh, it’s just the same old shit
Show up to the party with the same old clique
Pick up your bitch with the same old whip
While everything changed, we the same old kids
Same old shit, yeah, but the kid can’t miss
Show up to the party with the same old clique
Pick up your bitch with the same old whip
While everything changed, we the same old kids

[Bridge]
Back on my shit again
Back, back on my shit again
Back on my shit again
Back, back on my shit again
Yo, I swear I'm spazzing now
Back on my shit again
Back, back on my shit again
Back on my shit again
Back, back on my shit again
Yo, I swear I'm spazzing now

[Verse 2]
A bunch of 20 somethings went home trying to get it
Some of us looking for jobs, others are looking for weddings
But me? I want neither. I won’t fall off
An underachiever, trying to become something like his own boss
I doze off. I go off
I take my motherfucking coat off
Walk into the door, that’s when the motherfucking show starts
What’s up new bitches. Good luck to old bitches
Swagger so vintage the image could shut up you critics
Still afraid that nobody would get it, man
Saw your post on reddit, man. Too bad no one read it, man
Guess those lemons didn’t turn to lemonade
‘Cause you can’t put getting blazed and hella laid on your resume
Think about present day, what would your professors say?
Fuck trying to get a job, dawg, you trying to get away
Picked a business major thinking you would do it major
But see they lied, homie, told us we’d be living greater

[Chorus]
Uh, it’s just the same old shit
Show up to the party with the same old clique
Pick up your bitch with the same old whip
While everything changed, we the same old kids
Same old shit, yeah, but the kid can’t miss
Show up to the party with the same old clique
Pick up your bitch with the same old whip
While everything changed, we the same old kids

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