Sos - Willie

I’ve been writing shitty songs in my 2bdr apt

I’ve been letting the same nigga be my problem

Never thinking really letting him go would probably solve it

And though I know he got his ways at least he’s honest

& to be honest I’m just as inconsistent

As the guys that I like to sing songs about

And to be honest I’m way too honest

Its hard finding people that I wanna be around

So we chill

Not really trippin gettin caught up in my feels

I’m just really happy I can pay up all my bills

Some of my mamas too

And people always asking T what’s up with you

Mmm

Same ol shit, the same ol shit

Na it ain’t really nothing new no

The sam ol shit some lame-o shit

Same thing you probably going through

Sam ol shit, the same ol shit

No it ain’t really nothing new no

Some highs some lows, you know how that goes

You probably going through it too

It’s the same ol

Its the same ol dream the same ol scene

Na ain’t nun' changed ain’t no Plan B

A couple opportunities, I thank the Lord for everything

And just in case you wondering if I miss ya I don’t

Appreciate the time that I spent with ya though

I pray that all is well and yo I hope you don’t dwell

On the negative shit that life can come with

Cuz we all make mistakes but we all want grace

Gotta give what you take

Its the same thang mayne

The same ol shit, the same ol shit

No I ain’t saying nothing new no

The same ol shit some lame ol shit

Same thing you probably going through oh

Same ol shit, the same ol shit

No it ain’t really nothing new yo

Some highs some lows, you know how that goes

You probably going through it too

It’s the same ol

Bridge/Outro

Same ol you, same ol me

We all dealing with the same ol things

& If I loved you then, then I love you now

Never diss you out-loud cuz that’s not my style

Everything’s still everything

Never go chasing where the grass is green

I always keep my focus right in front of me

See-e-e yea

H-town dead-end Ti-Ti riding on the beat man

Never play myself out for no man

Thats a no man

See I’m tryna be 30 and flirty and thriving

Somewhere laid up on a island

My old flex gon come try and call me

But he can’t find me na he can’t find me

Hol' up its going down

I’m still freestyling on a Rockaway sound

If you didn’t know then but I bet you know now

Mmhmm aye yea

I probably should’ve wrote a verse

I’m probably getting on your nerves

But its alright cuz it’s the same ol