Translation: Forgotten Rebels. Same Old Story.
you everything we could find a place to stay dont push your luck all you gotta do is stay clean its the same old story its the same old song so back biting
it's the final meltdown, I want out now I wish I would've known to doubt you I'm better off alone without you 321, it's the same old story, love gets
in Cuba. (Cee-Lo vocals) I'm thinkin' of Assata, yeah. Listen to my Love, Assata, yeah. We're molded from the same mud, Assata. We share the same Blood
There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot, in turn is studied once again It's a shocking bit
the game that i control I'm like Shakespeare, i'm a pioneer Because i made rap something people wanted to hear See before my reign it was the same old same
prowler One more thing I forgot to tell Young one sixteen bro and she burning like hell Wait a minute, yo it's my fault, Pa was 26 Now back to the story
much you wanted to die You liked me so much You hated me But I forgot That's an old story And today again The two lovers For no apparent reason Will
corner Your little brother plays Pop Warner Darks raided the dope spot Eight year old kid got shot 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a glok And I ain't forgot
Same old story is back again She's not a lover, she's just a friend I'm sick and tired for you To blame on me Now you think it's funny Now you wanna
What they say Never really mattered to me I've been wrong Open the door, time to move on What has changed? Same old story with a new name I'm not scared
know inside there lies one more shot Do not be the guy redemption had forgot about, left behind, got passed over by a criminal mind Back to wrong, same old
's work to be done, somethin' there for everyone I know I'll start with me Six o' clock it's another story A gunman down in a blaze of glory Only ten years old
clientele And from the time I was only six years old I never forgot what I was told It was the best advice that I ever had It came from my wise dear old
Sitting alone in an old rocking chair I saw an old mother with silvery hair She seemed so neglected by those who should care Rocking alone in an old rocking
a story of a city proud You tell the story, you shout it out loud The same old story, you wanna hear no more The same old story, you've heard ten times
another store" And Mommy went right back to the same store When the guy?s back was turned she stole these little red shoes And I remember on the big?old
got two or three minutes well I'd like to tell you a story It's a story about a preacher And there's a lotta stories about a lotta preachers But this story
