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Stety
Yeah
Hearing all these songs
They look at me different
Swear that I'm the same kid
Just a different vision
Swear I got the same head
Just a different prison
They Think it's just my interest
Said that's their opinion
And what's the point of games
You don't end up winning
What's the point of chains
You don't wear them grinning
Why you smoking strains
But not smoking trimmings
Guess I'm tripping
Painting bigger pictures
They don't see the vision
Like they listen to these songs
They don't see it written
Yeah I got
But I got it, and I'm driven
They just get it
So they got it
And they dripping
There's a difference
Cause when I get it
Say we got it
Dog we living
When they get it
Say they got it
They ain't giving
All that sinning
Got them begging
God forgive em
God forgive me
Cause I ain't coming home
Till' I get it on my own
Mom I'm sorry
Said I'm sorry
I ain't coming home
Till I get it on my own
Said I'm sorry
Mom I'm sorry

Uh
Yeah

I would say that I'm the same
But I'm on a different pace
I've been on another level
But I'm running out of space
Yeah I'm getting out of place
They still don't know my name
I've been Reaching higher powers
But still I feel the same
I've been smoking through my hours
Numbing all the pain
I've been swimming through these showers
Just to get me out the rain
Skimming through the sour's
I've been living off them strains
I've been shitting on you cowards
Yeah, well never be the same
Never be the same
Yeah we'll never be the same
Nah
Said we'll never be the same
Nah
And we'll never be the same
Yeah I'll never be the same
Cause
Cause I ain't coming home
Till I get it on my own
Said I'm sorry
Mom I'm sorry
I ain't Coming home
Till I get it on my own
Mom I'm Sorry
Said I'm sorry
Yeah



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Writer(s): Daniel Stetler
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