Hits Different ¡MAYDAY!
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[Verse 1: Bernz]
I been, I been, I been try'na break out of the cycle, cycle, cycle lately
Feel like I'm the laundry lady, getting déjà vu all over again
Cruising and then coasting
Sipping on a potion 'til I'm tipping over slowly
Watch 'em start acting all phony when you show them all the real you
Exit out so slowly that they ain't notice the preview
Light up in the parking lot and turn up something good
'Cause when it comes to my shit, only one thing reigning true
[Chorus: Bernz]
It hits different
It hits different
It hits different, don't it?
It's just different
It hits different
[Verse 2: Wrekonize]
Okay, I rolled life in an [?], conditions weren't optimal
My visions, they were popping, no? This kind of living's got to go
Approaching middle age but I stand on a different stage
None of my friends from back in the day be living like this, they say
You should get a real job, you can't sing songs forever
I beg to differ, I ain't beg for supper or your shelter
Got an application in the mail, it said "Welcome to your Hell"
I tore it up and kept the trill, that's just me and well-
I been, I been, I been try'na break out of the cycle, cycle, cycle lately
Feel like I'm the laundry lady, getting déjà vu all over again
Cruising and then coasting
Sipping on a potion 'til I'm tipping over slowly
Watch 'em start acting all phony when you show them all the real you
Exit out so slowly that they ain't notice the preview
Light up in the parking lot and turn up something good
'Cause when it comes to my shit, only one thing reigning true
[Chorus: Bernz]
It hits different
It hits different
It hits different, don't it?
It's just different
It hits different
[Verse 2: Wrekonize]
Okay, I rolled life in an [?], conditions weren't optimal
My visions, they were popping, no? This kind of living's got to go
Approaching middle age but I stand on a different stage
None of my friends from back in the day be living like this, they say
You should get a real job, you can't sing songs forever
I beg to differ, I ain't beg for supper or your shelter
Got an application in the mail, it said "Welcome to your Hell"
I tore it up and kept the trill, that's just me and well-
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