Ten Dixon - Same sh** lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Christie] Said if you know me You know we blow trees Some of my man prefer the spice And some of my man like the fruit tea And if you feel the wave Blow smoke in the air and get lifted And we're keeping this sh** groovy cause we know that You're tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** [Chorus: Christie] Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** [Verse 1: Ten Dixon] You and your mates, G I saw the vid but it weren't that great, G Looking like a wasteman in your grey jeans Nobody cares that you got grey jeans I'mma come through with the whole team smoking trees What's that sh** in my hand? It's weed You've got a buzz, but watch it leave When I apply pressure, how you gonna breathe? Sick in the head indeed When I jump in grime on three Jump on the set, man leave I would ask T but it's not that deep All I know is duppy and leave Take my flow, you teef Take my bars, it's beef But it's nuttin' like Meek More like shanks and guns with me And you and me, it's peak [Pre-Chorus: Christie] Said if you know me You know we blow trees Some of my man prefer the spice And some of my man like the fruit tea And if you feel the wave Blow smoke in the air and get lifted And we're keeping this sh** groovy cause we know that You're tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** [Chorus: Christie] Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** [Verse 2: Ten Dixon] Certain man wanna spit their life on a tune With the way, you know them way I said sixteen, not an essay Know yourself when you talk to the sensei Producers wanna send bootlegs But your beats don't sound better than SK Cut man's foot off, consequente This sixteen for your stinking membrane Bruiser Nobody here can stop this tumour You're a wasteman then, wasteman now And you're gonna be a waste in the future I should've came more sooner Cause man like you always thinking the room up Move, get out the way like Luda Not an OG but I'll draw for the Ruger [Pre-Chorus: Christie] Said if you know me You know we blow trees Some of my man prefer the spice And some of my man like the fruit tea And if you feel the wave Blow smoke in the air and get lifted And we're keeping this sh** groovy cause we know that You're tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** [Chorus: Christie] Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** [Verse 3: Ten Dixon] This one's for the mosh pit It's gonna go off when I drop it Flow's gone crazy, wavy, toxic All the bad b**hes get to the co*kpit That's right, I'm the hot sh** Watch your mouth or box it I don't play fair, I'll leave man in Mayfair Then have a pint with the lads like Fox did They're saying sh** and I clocked it Call for the cleaner, blood on the floor, please mop it I don't wanna say no names, but Nah, I ain't playing no games, so why would I stop it? Closed the door to the scene, that's blockage I'mma leave, I ain't on no longage Half of these MCs have no faith So right about now, you're looking at a prophet [Pre-Chorus: Christie] Said if you know me You know we blow trees Some of my man prefer the spice And some of my man like the fruit tea And if you feel the wave Blow smoke in the air and get lifted And we're keeping this sh** groovy cause we know that You're tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** [Chorus: Christie] Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh** Tired of the same sh**, it's all the same sh**