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OUTTATUNE - Blue Colla (Reprise) Lyrics



OUTTATUNE - Blue Colla (Reprise) Lyrics




Ayo
Outtatune

Same old, same old, same old shit
Coffee pour quick, out the door, cold sip (gotta go)
Feet move slow down the frozen brick
Work boots scuffed, in need of new kicks (cha ching)
Blue colla holla, punch in, punch-out
Long hours, low pay, with no way out (no way)
Blue colla holla, punch-in, punch-out
Boss don't care that ya feeling burnt out (nah)

Wake up at 4, like the day before (yessir)
Hustle nonstop got me drained to the core
Back sore, eyes red, hands rougher than sand (yeah)
Tryna see change, stretch it with a rubber band (right)
Dreams on lock, but the grind won't stop (won't stop)
Time like dimes, feelin' lost in the clock (feeling lost)
Only cost my life, gotta pay that price (gotta pay it)
Chasin' what's mine through sacrifice

Through sacrifice
I'll still be working 'till the afterlife
And after that, and after that
And after that, and after that
Same old, same old, same old shit
Coffee pour quick, out the door, cold sip

Same old, same old, same old shit (same old)
Coffee pour quick, out the door, cold sip (gotta go)
Feet move slow down the frozen brick (yeah)
Work boots scuffed, in need of new kicks (cha ching)
Blue colla holla, punch in, punch-out
Long hours, low pay, with no way out (no way)
Blue colla holla, punch-in, punch-out
Boss eating steak at the diner downtown (yeah)

Out at 5 then an hour to drive (uh)
Home, to the chaos, where I barely survive (yeah)
Bills stacking up, think I ran outta luck
Never took a handout - I don't need a crutch (no)
Blue Colla Holla, in the hustle I trust
Dead prez on my dolla, but it's never enough (nah)
Stress in my chest got me feeling numb
Grinding for crumbs like I did on day one (day one)

Same old, same old, same old shit (same old)
Quit complaining, get a grip (get a grip)
Time is money, funny, huh
Get rich quick or stomach the
Same old, same old, same old shit (same old)
Hate your job but just can't quit (nah)
Blue colla holla, punch in, punch-out
Five days a week with no way out
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Ayo
Outtatune

Same old, same old, same old shit
Coffee pour quick, out the door, cold sip (gotta go)
Feet move slow down the frozen brick
Work boots scuffed, in need of new kicks (cha ching)
Blue colla holla, punch in, punch-out
Long hours, low pay, with no way out (no way)
Blue colla holla, punch-in, punch-out
Boss don't care that ya feeling burnt out (nah)

Wake up at 4, like the day before (yessir)
Hustle nonstop got me drained to the core
Back sore, eyes red, hands rougher than sand (yeah)
Tryna see change, stretch it with a rubber band (right)
Dreams on lock, but the grind won't stop (won't stop)
Time like dimes, feelin' lost in the clock (feeling lost)
Only cost my life, gotta pay that price (gotta pay it)
Chasin' what's mine through sacrifice

Through sacrifice
I'll still be working 'till the afterlife
And after that, and after that
And after that, and after that
Same old, same old, same old shit
Coffee pour quick, out the door, cold sip

Same old, same old, same old shit (same old)
Coffee pour quick, out the door, cold sip (gotta go)
Feet move slow down the frozen brick (yeah)
Work boots scuffed, in need of new kicks (cha ching)
Blue colla holla, punch in, punch-out
Long hours, low pay, with no way out (no way)
Blue colla holla, punch-in, punch-out
Boss eating steak at the diner downtown (yeah)

Out at 5 then an hour to drive (uh)
Home, to the chaos, where I barely survive (yeah)
Bills stacking up, think I ran outta luck
Never took a handout - I don't need a crutch (no)
Blue Colla Holla, in the hustle I trust
Dead prez on my dolla, but it's never enough (nah)
Stress in my chest got me feeling numb
Grinding for crumbs like I did on day one (day one)

Same old, same old, same old shit (same old)
Quit complaining, get a grip (get a grip)
Time is money, funny, huh
Get rich quick or stomach the
Same old, same old, same old shit (same old)
Hate your job but just can't quit (nah)
Blue colla holla, punch in, punch-out
Five days a week with no way out
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Writer: Matthew Harlovic, Peter Harlovic
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: OUTTATUNE
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Matthew Harlovic, Peter Harlovic

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