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sister'n\nRight now you're listening to the oldest sibling\nAnd I get so much cake, might change my surname to Kipling\n\nAll the mandem raise your glasses again\nHere's to another year at the top of the game\nAh, we just can't stop toasting\nSaid I'll be a big MC by end of school term and they thought I was joking\nNow I got 15 girls in my bed and each and every one of them's roasting\n\nSame shit different day\nSame shit different day\nSame shit different day\nMe and the mandem moeshing\nSaid I'll be a big MC by end of school term and they thought I was joking\nNow I got 15 girls in my bed and each and every one of them's roasting\n\nBlacklisted, yeah","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.00] Yeah, fuck Skepta\n[00:09.97] Junior\n[00:11.53] Meridian War\n[00:12.86] N17\n[00:15.26] London\n[00:21.71] This is what music sounds like in my dreams\n[00:25.59] Mental\n[00:27.13] Yeah, I'm in my zone\n[00:28.72] Livin' the life of the young and gifted\n[00:30.57] In the studio, run out of drink, all we 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made my change\n[01:13.40] That's where I fucked up them pussyholes when they tried to pop my chain\n[01:16.37] Nothing but true facts that I speak on the track\n[01:18.76] Real niggas know where the real niggas at\n[01:20.28] I'm a good youth, but I will fight back\n[01:22.07] Out to the mixed-race, white and black\n[01:23.53] Fake G's all over the place\n[01:25.10] Before you put it on me, you better put something over your face\n[01:27.83] 'Cause I won't snitch, I'll tell the officer, \"I don't wanna press no charges\"\n[01:31.00] I'm closing the case, discharge myself from the hospital, fuck the constable\n[01:34.32] Go home and deal with the beef like Sunday roast on a plate\n[01:37.53] See I grew up in London\n[01:38.74] Where the olders talk, but the youngers ain't listening\n[01:41.24] I was given dirty looks at the priest at my christening\n[01:43.41] No food in the kitchen\n[01:44.86] Two brothers, one sister'n\n[01:46.68] Right now you're listening to the oldest sibling\n[01:48.56] And I get so much cake, might change my surname to Kipling\n[01:51.59] All the mandem raise your glasses again\n[01:54.87] Here's to another year at the top of the game\n[01:56.85] Ah, we just can't stop toasting\n[01:58.58] Said I'll be a big MC by end of school term and they thought I was joking\n[02:02.04] Now I got 15 girls in my bed and each and every one of them's roasting\n[02:05.22] Same shit different day\n[02:07.82] Same shit different day\n[02:09.28] Same shit different day\n[02:10.87] Me and the mandem moeshing\n[02:12.74] Said I'll be a big MC by end of school term and they thought I was joking\n[02:16.06] Now I got 15 girls in my bed and each and every one of them's roasting\n[02:20.25] Blacklisted, yeah\n[02:24.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Same Shit Different Day\n artist: Skepta\n album: Skepta\n duration_ms: 155000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, fuck Skepta\n start_ms: 3000\n end_ms: 9970\n- text: Junior\n 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