Changes
Yeah I see no changes
I'm all dripped out but i came from trenches
I'm pushing bars like I'm doing the bench press
I'm born in Central Asia but my sound from west west
They say slow down you doing just fine
You can't be everything before your time
But as far as i know there is no rest
For the wicked so that's why i continue to grind
I'm spinning your mind, feelin' like an illusionist
You caught a piece of clout and it got you delusional
Claiming your art to be new that shit is rather usual
I tried to support you but that has never been mutual
Do you wanna do business or the road
Two of them together just never go along
Takin' higher notes like I'm singing the song
Giving out free smoke like I'm ripping the bong yo
Every day is the same shit
Yeah
Yall phony
I ain't saying shit
I count stations I'm on my way up
And the only thing changed is my face cuz of ages
Filling the page up with a couple more phrases
I still rock but nothing else changes
They're calling me a friend but in the end
When a trouble shows up I can see we're all strangers
Same lantern, same ashtray
Same heart seems so abandoned
Anyway listen
I'm still thinking bout how it used to be and most of the times
I can hardly find the difference
Uh
I'm Ike Dorian Grey
27 years looking like a teen
Wait is it bad?
Nah, I make fun of it now
Still walking in the park listening to A.Brown
Seasons
Reminiscing my fails
Remaining myself in a mad fairytale
Leaves fall down watch the Ground turns pale
Snow melts
Grass grows over trails
Of the past
I guess still there is something moving
In my life's labyrinth uh
World is shifting
And i'm cool with it
Changes come let em in
Old men suffer tryna spare some change
Young men switching aims up for a diamond chain
Young girls turn into hoes for some goodies
Bloody rain falls while mad heads reign
Drug addict fools end up in the grave
Fake killers get fucked real killers get jailed
People take lives, lie, steal and fight
Oh, I wish I could change every wrong to right
Yeah
Everyday is the same shit
I see no changes
Everyday is the same shit
My truth is blatant
Everyday is the same shit
I'm in the details like Satan
Everyday is the same shit
I can't seem to change it
True that one good girl worth a thousand hoes
Can't win a war if there's nothing to lose for
But every time i win, i only start wanting more
Is this life cause if it is then I'm 4:44
Time is sixteen to five and I'm watching clock's tickin'
Stop trippin'
Phone ringin' gotta anwser that cause the pot hissin'
Haven't been out in weeks man i been missin'
I'm dopamine addicted so i can't stop winnin'
Head's spinnin'
I guess it's cause of the fact that i been drinkin'
Can't ask nobody for a hand when my arms tinglin'
Ain't an office plankton but my neck twitchin'
Music that i make is so boucy that my money's backflippin'
Mic and beat only things i need if i wanna make a killin'
I'm just out here tryna make a livin', but the clock's tickin
I'm all dripped out but i came from trenches
I'm pushing bars like I'm doing the bench press
I'm born in Central Asia but my sound from west west
They say slow down you doing just fine
You can't be everything before your time
But as far as i know there is no rest
For the wicked so that's why i continue to grind
I'm spinning your mind, feelin' like an illusionist
You caught a piece of clout and it got you delusional
Claiming your art to be new that shit is rather usual
I tried to support you but that has never been mutual
Do you wanna do business or the road
Two of them together just never go along
Takin' higher notes like I'm singing the song
Giving out free smoke like I'm ripping the bong yo
Every day is the same shit
Yeah
Yall phony
I ain't saying shit
I count stations I'm on my way up
And the only thing changed is my face cuz of ages
Filling the page up with a couple more phrases
I still rock but nothing else changes
They're calling me a friend but in the end
When a trouble shows up I can see we're all strangers
Same lantern, same ashtray
Same heart seems so abandoned
Anyway listen
I'm still thinking bout how it used to be and most of the times
I can hardly find the difference
Uh
I'm Ike Dorian Grey
27 years looking like a teen
Wait is it bad?
Nah, I make fun of it now
Still walking in the park listening to A.Brown
Seasons
Reminiscing my fails
Remaining myself in a mad fairytale
Leaves fall down watch the Ground turns pale
Snow melts
Grass grows over trails
Of the past
I guess still there is something moving
In my life's labyrinth uh
World is shifting
And i'm cool with it
Changes come let em in
Old men suffer tryna spare some change
Young men switching aims up for a diamond chain
Young girls turn into hoes for some goodies
Bloody rain falls while mad heads reign
Drug addict fools end up in the grave
Fake killers get fucked real killers get jailed
People take lives, lie, steal and fight
Oh, I wish I could change every wrong to right
Yeah
Everyday is the same shit
I see no changes
Everyday is the same shit
My truth is blatant
Everyday is the same shit
I'm in the details like Satan
Everyday is the same shit
I can't seem to change it
True that one good girl worth a thousand hoes
Can't win a war if there's nothing to lose for
But every time i win, i only start wanting more
Is this life cause if it is then I'm 4:44
Time is sixteen to five and I'm watching clock's tickin'
Stop trippin'
Phone ringin' gotta anwser that cause the pot hissin'
Haven't been out in weeks man i been missin'
I'm dopamine addicted so i can't stop winnin'
Head's spinnin'
I guess it's cause of the fact that i been drinkin'
Can't ask nobody for a hand when my arms tinglin'
Ain't an office plankton but my neck twitchin'
Music that i make is so boucy that my money's backflippin'
Mic and beat only things i need if i wanna make a killin'
I'm just out here tryna make a livin', but the clock's tickin
Credits
Writer(s): Andrei Vasilev Yuryevich, Azizkhodjaev Atokhon Farkhadovich, Umarov Bobur Bakhramovich
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