Skepta - Same Shit Different Day lyrics
Skepta [Joseph Olaitan Adenuga Jr.] Tottenham, London, England, U.K. 🇬🇧
[Skepta - Same Shit Different Day lyrics]
Yeah, fuck Skepta junior
Meridian War n17
London this is what music sounds like
In my dreams man mental
Yeah, I’m in my zone
Livin the life of the young and gifted
In the studio, run out of drink
All we got is some weed and biscuit's
I'm supposed to be writing
Instead I'm daydreaming about
Doggy-styling Kate Winslet
Snap out of the dream
Pass me the lighter let me light up the green
A million words in my head
Tryna think about punchlines that
I haven't already said
I wanna write a diss track but
My enemies are already dead
I only smoke one spliff but
My eyes are already red
I'll be waiting til the cows come home
For man to offer me a biscuit
Cos I don't normally beg
Open up the pizza box we got earlier
But it's full of crust and corn
We've been here so long
I just heard the speakers yawn
I go hard like Jason Bourne
These other MC's remind me of Mr
Bean and Johnny English reborn
But I still beep my horn screamin' team UK
Cos that's where I made my name
That's where I made my change
That's where I fucked up them pussyholes when
They tried to pop my chain
Nothing but true facts that I
Speak on the track
Real niggas know where the real niggas at
I'm a good youth but I will fight back
Out to the mixed race, white and black
Fake G's all over the place
If you put it on me you
Better put something over your face
Cos I won't snitch I'll tell the officer
I don't wanna press no charges
I'm closing the case
Discharge myself from the hospital
Fuck the constable
Go home and deal with the beef
Like sunday roast on a plate
See I grew up in London
Where the olders talk
But the youngers ain't listening
I was given dirty looks by
The priest at my christening
No food in the kitchen
Two brothers, one sister'n
Right now you're listening to
The oldest sibling and I get so much cake I
Might change my surname to Kipling
All the mandem raise your glasses again
Here's to another year at the top of the game
Ah we just can't stop toasting
Said I'll be a big MC by end of
School term and they thought I was joking
Now I got 15 girls in my bed and
Each and every one of them's roasting
Same shit different day
Me and the mandem moeshing
Said I'll be a big MC by end of
School term and they thought I was joking
Now I got 15 girls in my bed and
Each and every one of them's roasting
Blacklisted, yeah
Meridian War n17
London this is what music sounds like
In my dreams man mental
Yeah, I’m in my zone
Livin the life of the young and gifted
In the studio, run out of drink
All we got is some weed and biscuit's
I'm supposed to be writing
Instead I'm daydreaming about
Doggy-styling Kate Winslet
Snap out of the dream
Pass me the lighter let me light up the green
A million words in my head
Tryna think about punchlines that
I haven't already said
I wanna write a diss track but
My enemies are already dead
I only smoke one spliff but
My eyes are already red
I'll be waiting til the cows come home
For man to offer me a biscuit
Cos I don't normally beg
Open up the pizza box we got earlier
But it's full of crust and corn
We've been here so long
I just heard the speakers yawn
I go hard like Jason Bourne
These other MC's remind me of Mr
Bean and Johnny English reborn
But I still beep my horn screamin' team UK
Cos that's where I made my name
That's where I made my change
That's where I fucked up them pussyholes when
They tried to pop my chain
Nothing but true facts that I
Speak on the track
Real niggas know where the real niggas at
I'm a good youth but I will fight back
Out to the mixed race, white and black
Fake G's all over the place
If you put it on me you
Better put something over your face
Cos I won't snitch I'll tell the officer
I don't wanna press no charges
I'm closing the case
Discharge myself from the hospital
Fuck the constable
Go home and deal with the beef
Like sunday roast on a plate
See I grew up in London
Where the olders talk
But the youngers ain't listening
I was given dirty looks by
The priest at my christening
No food in the kitchen
Two brothers, one sister'n
Right now you're listening to
The oldest sibling and I get so much cake I
Might change my surname to Kipling
All the mandem raise your glasses again
Here's to another year at the top of the game
Ah we just can't stop toasting
Said I'll be a big MC by end of
School term and they thought I was joking
Now I got 15 girls in my bed and
Each and every one of them's roasting
Same shit different day
Me and the mandem moeshing
Said I'll be a big MC by end of
School term and they thought I was joking
Now I got 15 girls in my bed and
Each and every one of them's roasting
Blacklisted, yeah