Still The Same by The Writer. Lyrics
[Chorus: The Writer.]
All in all my life is still the same
Same name, same I don’t care
All in all something's do gotta change
The cheapest ticket is the one way
But know Rome wasn’t built in a day
These are things that I gotta do
These are things never taught in school
These are words I’m painting true
These are times when your life is due
[Verse One: The Writer.]
More than average and less of the same
Check my resume
Park City born and raised
Taking walks on the street so I don’t pull my hair
But this medication doesn’t help
I still feel them all stare
Like I got it any different, I had nothing to prove
Graduated as an outcast from my own high school
And since I was seventeen I had a lot more to lose
With money scarce
Real life hits you faster when you got no food
Holes in my shoes;
Swiss cheese network on my flip phone
Still I worked more
For the payout
Lost all my friends and my weekends
Who I was, when I was younger
Had no father; disappointed my mother
Lost and lonely; cold and I’m sorry
That I can’t be
A decent son and a brother
[Chorus: The Writer.]
All in all my life is still the same
Same name, same I don’t care
All in all something's do gotta change
The cheapest ticket is the one way
But know Rome wasn’t built in a day
These are things that I gotta do
These are things never taught in school
These are words I’m painting true
These are times when your life is due
[Verse Two: The Writer.]
Now imagine for a second; listen to my words
As I tell you a tale; a story never told
Back in 4th grade I did a solo project
Teacher said write a little of yourself
And I was simple as it gets
I wasn’t talented
In fact teachers said writing was my weakness
But in a lines of the sheet
I spit a lie just to cheat
Said I wrote raps, but no I didn’t do that
But here I am spitting bars behind a Rode mic
Prophesied a future by mistake; I know right
Its kind of freaky, a bit scary, but it made
Who I am, here today, in my room with a chance
It’s the fault in my stars, and so far, I’m a man
At YVR with a pass in my hand; one way
Running down the gates, looking for Alaska
Dropped my cigarettes in the abundance of laughter
[Chorus: The Writer.]
All in all my life is still the same
Same name, same I don’t care
All in all something's do gotta change
The cheapest ticket is the one way
But know Rome wasn’t built in a day
These are things that I gotta do
These are things never taught in school
These are words I’m painting true
Painting true
Painting true
Painting true
All in all my life is still the same
Same name, same I don’t care
All in all something's do gotta change
The cheapest ticket is the one way
But know Rome wasn’t built in a day
These are things that I gotta do
These are things never taught in school
These are words I’m painting true
These are times when your life is due
[Verse One: The Writer.]
More than average and less of the same
Check my resume
Park City born and raised
Taking walks on the street so I don’t pull my hair
But this medication doesn’t help
I still feel them all stare
Like I got it any different, I had nothing to prove
Graduated as an outcast from my own high school
And since I was seventeen I had a lot more to lose
With money scarce
Real life hits you faster when you got no food
Holes in my shoes;
Swiss cheese network on my flip phone
Still I worked more
For the payout
Lost all my friends and my weekends
Who I was, when I was younger
Had no father; disappointed my mother
Lost and lonely; cold and I’m sorry
That I can’t be
A decent son and a brother
[Chorus: The Writer.]
All in all my life is still the same
Same name, same I don’t care
All in all something's do gotta change
The cheapest ticket is the one way
But know Rome wasn’t built in a day
These are things that I gotta do
These are things never taught in school
These are words I’m painting true
These are times when your life is due
[Verse Two: The Writer.]
Now imagine for a second; listen to my words
As I tell you a tale; a story never told
Back in 4th grade I did a solo project
Teacher said write a little of yourself
And I was simple as it gets
I wasn’t talented
In fact teachers said writing was my weakness
But in a lines of the sheet
I spit a lie just to cheat
Said I wrote raps, but no I didn’t do that
But here I am spitting bars behind a Rode mic
Prophesied a future by mistake; I know right
Its kind of freaky, a bit scary, but it made
Who I am, here today, in my room with a chance
It’s the fault in my stars, and so far, I’m a man
At YVR with a pass in my hand; one way
Running down the gates, looking for Alaska
Dropped my cigarettes in the abundance of laughter
[Chorus: The Writer.]
All in all my life is still the same
Same name, same I don’t care
All in all something's do gotta change
The cheapest ticket is the one way
But know Rome wasn’t built in a day
These are things that I gotta do
These are things never taught in school
These are words I’m painting true
Painting true
Painting true
Painting true