Saint Sinbad - We Don't Think the Same

It ain’t take a lot
To realize that this the life that I want
Stopped being what I thought I should
To be who I am
And I guess it’s been going pretty good
I ain’t rich but I’m chilling
And I’m working for a thing love
I remember summers at the bank
Thought I might go insane
Almost put liquor in my cup
Now I do 3 to 9 when I want
In the stu locked in with a blunt
Can’t feel
Can’t do it
And it seems like music
Is the only thing I got when there’s none
I’ve been in the cut
I’ve been out in bk locked inside the box
You might never see me but I don’t give a fuck
We don’t move the same
And I chose my way
I know what I want and I’m gonna chase it till the day it comes
You might never see me but I don’t give a fuck
We don’t move the same
And I chose my way
I ain’t ever think I same
I was always thinking things
That would keep me up all night long
Model chicks and diamond rings
Only want the finer things
But the only shot I got is my songs
Writing in the dead of night
Lighter sparks the only light
Hope the smoke alarm don’t go off
To tell the truth I’d rather die
Than live somebody else’s life
Imma smoke my jay and walk my own walk
Plotting, I’ve been plotting
On balling like I’m Stockton
Like I’m Stockton
So I’ve been busy locked in
I’ve been locked in
Imma work until my soul is my only problem
You gotta do your thing when they don't think the same
I'm in the back with my niggas
You better watch how you say my name
Moving independent
Moving independent
Better watch out how you stepping
Watch out how you stepping
I’ve been in the cut
I’ve been out in bk locked inside the box
You might never see me but I don’t give a fuck
We don’t move the same
And I chose my way
I know what I want and I’m gonna chase it till the day it comes
You might never see me but I don’t give a fuck
I ain’t ever think I same
I was always thinking things
That would keep me up all night long
Model chicks and diamond rings
Only want the finer things
But the only shot I got is my songs
Writing in the dead of night
Lighter sparks the only light
Hope the smoke alarm don’t go off
To tell the truth I’d rather die
Than live somebody else’s life
Imma smoke my jay and walk my own walk
Plotting, I’ve been plotting
On balling like I’m Stockton
Like I’m Stockton
So I’ve been busy locked in
I’ve been locked in
Imma work until my soul is my only problem

Written by:
Saidou Sosseh

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