[clean version]

Same Old ShitSame Old Sh**

By Luke Metzler, Sam Conjerti, Marc Malsegna

I woke up, can’t remember where my head hit the bed last night.
It must have been a good one.
All my friend are saying that she left about three last night.
She must have been a good one.

I’m sick of not remembering half of my life.
Waking up and not knowing what I did last night.
If you feel the same way, scream.  You got the right.
Yeah.  Yeah.  Yeah.

Everybody, put your hands up if you’ve had enough
of blanking on all the good times that we’ve all had.
Let me see you put your hands up.  I want to give it up
to those that party hearty, all night sipping Bacardi,
trying to pick up a shorty and split.
Doin’ the same old sh**.
Doin’ the same old sh** over and over again.
The same old sh**.

They all say I’ll make nothing of my life, but I don’t care.
I’ve got a good one.
I never said that all my friends are saints, but they’re all right.
Yeah, they’re good ones.

I’m sick of not remembering half of my life.
Waking up and not knowing what I did last night.
If you feel the same way, scream.  You got the right.
Yeah.  Yeah.  Yeah.

Everybody, put your hands up if you’ve had enough
of blanking on all the good times that we’ve all had.
Let me see you put your hands up.  I want to give it up
to those that party hearty, all night sipping Bacardi,
trying to pick up a shorty and split.
Doin’ the same old sh**.
Doin’ the same old sh** over and over again.
The same old sh**.

I, I’m doing, the same old sh**.
And, I, I’m so over it.
I, I’m doing, the same old sh**.
And, I, I’m so over it.

Put your hands up if you’ve had enough
of blanking on all the good times that we’ve all had.
Put your hands up.  I want to give it up
to those that party hearty, all night sipping Bacardi,
trying to pick up a shorty and split.
Doin’ the same old…yeah.

Put your hands up….

 

©Luke Metzler, Sam Conjerti, Marc Malsegna 2011