Same As
Yeah, 40oz. to Freedom like I'm 16 again
I don't got my L's, yet
But I'm scoopin' bitches, pullin' up (Skrrt!) in the Benz
She gon' hop in with her friends
Yeah, 40oz. to Freedom like I'm 16 again
Fist fightin' at the red light
Missed me with the right, but the left scraped my chin
Yeah, yeah, so I'm feelin' like the man
But nothin' really changed, feel I'm in my second childhood
Still blowin' reefer
Still got that Stevie Wonder blappin' out the speaker
Still, my woman tell me that I don't know how to treat her
Oh, lover
Look what we have become
The same as we was young
We the same as we was young
Oh, lover
Look what we have become
The same as we was young
We the same as we was young
On the wall at the house party, like I'm 17 (Like I'm 17)
Got a little shorty grindin' on my jeans (Grindin' on my jeans)
Whisper to me that she wanna see my sheets (That she wanna)
I told her, "Baby, I ain't taking off these cleats"
I told her, "Baby, if you down, then I'm down
Come around after 2 AM, I'll knock that thing down"
Used to sneak right out your window
When your Daddy was around
Shit, I am your Daddy now (Oh, I'm your Daddy, now)
But nothin' really changed, feel I'm in my second childhood
Still blowin' reefer
Still got that Stevie Wonder blappin' out the speakers
Still, my woman tell me that I don't know how to— (Ooh, oh)
Oh, lover
Look what we have become (Baby, look)
The same as we was young
We the same as we was young
Oh, lover
Look what we have become
The same as we was young
We the same as we was young
Oh, lover
Look what we have become (Baby, look)
The same as we was young
We the same as we was young
Oh, lover
Look what we have become
The same as we was young
We the same as we was young
Yeah, and I can't even play like I ain't sprung
Safe to say that you the one
Made a gangsta fall in love
Bouquet of roses in the tub
That lil' Rollie cost a dub
You my one and only one, say, you my one and only one
Oh, lover
They ask me, "Do I love her?" (Huh?)
It's been like four summers since I first got her number
And I've been on her bumper, like
"We ain't gettin' no younger, wife"
They hatin', and no wonder why
They won't let you live your life
Finally got my chicken right
I done seen a million twice
And they gave my nigga life
Time to time, I send him kite
Out of mind, out of sight
Out of sight, and out of mind
She been on my linear lately
She know she forever mine
Oh, lover
Look what we have become (Baby, look)
Same as we was young
We the same as we was young
Oh, lover
Look what we have become
Same as we was young
We the same as we was young
And we wake up, yeah, the heat is on
We underneath the sun
Only thing that changed now, can't be going dumb
Oh, lover
Look what we have become
Same as we was young
We the same as we was young
(Oh, lover)
Pit in my stomach, I'm so nostalgic
I used to love it
Back when we grew up on Gunner Street
The one I trusted
Pulled the bread from underneath my feet
You had the magic carpet
I had a date with the street
I got on my feet, quit, had to dip
500 horses under the foreign whip
You know the truth is my ace, I never slip
I'm burnin' this bitch down and firin' at you, little lover
Little lover
Little lover
I don't got my L's, yet
But I'm scoopin' bitches, pullin' up (Skrrt!) in the Benz
She gon' hop in with her friends
Yeah, 40oz. to Freedom like I'm 16 again
Fist fightin' at the red light
Missed me with the right, but the left scraped my chin
Yeah, yeah, so I'm feelin' like the man
But nothin' really changed, feel I'm in my second childhood
Still blowin' reefer
Still got that Stevie Wonder blappin' out the speaker
Still, my woman tell me that I don't know how to treat her
Oh, lover
Look what we have become
The same as we was young
We the same as we was young
Oh, lover
Look what we have become
The same as we was young
We the same as we was young
On the wall at the house party, like I'm 17 (Like I'm 17)
Got a little shorty grindin' on my jeans (Grindin' on my jeans)
Whisper to me that she wanna see my sheets (That she wanna)
I told her, "Baby, I ain't taking off these cleats"
I told her, "Baby, if you down, then I'm down
Come around after 2 AM, I'll knock that thing down"
Used to sneak right out your window
When your Daddy was around
Shit, I am your Daddy now (Oh, I'm your Daddy, now)
But nothin' really changed, feel I'm in my second childhood
Still blowin' reefer
Still got that Stevie Wonder blappin' out the speakers
Still, my woman tell me that I don't know how to— (Ooh, oh)
Oh, lover
Look what we have become (Baby, look)
The same as we was young
We the same as we was young
Oh, lover
Look what we have become
The same as we was young
We the same as we was young
Oh, lover
Look what we have become (Baby, look)
The same as we was young
We the same as we was young
Oh, lover
Look what we have become
The same as we was young
We the same as we was young
Yeah, and I can't even play like I ain't sprung
Safe to say that you the one
Made a gangsta fall in love
Bouquet of roses in the tub
That lil' Rollie cost a dub
You my one and only one, say, you my one and only one
Oh, lover
They ask me, "Do I love her?" (Huh?)
It's been like four summers since I first got her number
And I've been on her bumper, like
"We ain't gettin' no younger, wife"
They hatin', and no wonder why
They won't let you live your life
Finally got my chicken right
I done seen a million twice
And they gave my nigga life
Time to time, I send him kite
Out of mind, out of sight
Out of sight, and out of mind
She been on my linear lately
She know she forever mine
Oh, lover
Look what we have become (Baby, look)
Same as we was young
We the same as we was young
Oh, lover
Look what we have become
Same as we was young
We the same as we was young
And we wake up, yeah, the heat is on
We underneath the sun
Only thing that changed now, can't be going dumb
Oh, lover
Look what we have become
Same as we was young
We the same as we was young
(Oh, lover)
Pit in my stomach, I'm so nostalgic
I used to love it
Back when we grew up on Gunner Street
The one I trusted
Pulled the bread from underneath my feet
You had the magic carpet
I had a date with the street
I got on my feet, quit, had to dip
500 horses under the foreign whip
You know the truth is my ace, I never slip
I'm burnin' this bitch down and firin' at you, little lover
Little lover
Little lover
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Patterson, Ricardo Toussaint, Timothy Williams, Darvin Barthellemy
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