Lyrics Same Shit Different Day -

Same Shit Different Day

Sick of that emo shit right
(I'm sick of that emo shit…)
It’s pretty much the same shit, different day, ya know?
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I’m sick of living in my crazy head
And fighting with the missus over something bullshit, like who made the bed
I’m sick of writing about the pain and dread
I’m sick of dwelling on the day I’m dead
I’m living for today instead
There ain’t no reason for chopping my throat
Jumping a cliff, or knottin' a rope
It’s just life
And I’m sick of being down in the docks, rocking a boat
I’m thinking 'bout what I got and not what I don’t
Cause I could make it, living great
Waste it hitting hay, blazin' it away
Or change it with my brain
Basically if I stay patient, it’s OK
Take it with the grain, same shit different day
Hatred ricochets, words bounce off me
I ain’t letting nothing in this whole town stop me
Write my thoughts and save the moment
Because life’s too short to just waste it moanin'
And yeah, sometimes it’s hard, but I’m not going mad
And yeah, sometimes I cry, but not cause I’m sad
I’m just grateful for life and options I had
And this talent that I got from my dad, y’know?
See I get the buzz that you get from popping a tab
From these words that I jot on the pad
And although I spend a lot my spare time locked in a lab
It ain’t like hip-hop's all I have (nuh-uh)
I got love, and life, and trust, and truth
I got friends, and fam, and barbequed food
I got time, a mind, a room, a roof
I got bros that I know that I can talk to
I got me, myself, my health, my crew
I got now, and hope for everything new
I got a life that ain’t even half way through
I’m almost there like school kids at half-past 2
It’s like fate is maybe, like someday close
I can’t turn back now, like one way roads
I’m feeling grateful for life and my mundane bros
And my mum that makes the baddest Sunday roast
I got a girl that’s always there to make it better
And I’m just hoping like I’m Al Green, and maybe we could stay together
I say forever, shes like «let's say whenever»
I’m like, «K», I’m just grateful for the day I met her
She ain’t no racing rat chasing cheddar
She likes it better when I pay attention instead of pay a tenner
That’s why I feel like I’m made of leather
And I don’t need the drugs anymore, now E ain’t my favorite letter
I could’ve been just a fucked up fiend, but I’m sweet
And the notes that I love ain’t green
And the world is just a plane ticket away
Take it with the grain, same shit different day
Archie Gates: What’s the most important thing in life?
Troy Barlow: Respect
Archie Gates: Too dependent on other people
Conrad Vig: What, love?
Archie Gates: A little Disneyland, isn’t it?
Chief Elgin: God’s will
Archie Gates: Close
Archie Gates: Necessity