Joe James – Same Emotions (Lyrics & Video)

Same Emotions – Joe James Lyrics

Team for my pocket, made a killin' off the Ojo

My Greek ting pussy, μακαρόνι απ' το φούρνο

Naija man, I'm a top striker like Yakubu

I got the force with me, Obi Wan, Count Dooku

Spear and a shield, I could be a Shaka Zulu

I could even match your crazy, both crazy, both cuckoo

I'm watchin' your body, got your body under obbo

Got me froze, Han Solo, sirius, Pō Tolo

Watch the cat's eyes swerve right from the pothole

Get it poppin' on the pedals, no gears, I had a fixy link

My killy by the Dixie, hustle on my Nipsey

From Shoebury to Pitsea

Had a stardog, I had 'em doggin' like two-tree

Gap-tooth grin, I look goofy, but I'm bookey

She sent a nigga pics, but the nudes don't move me

But the coochie might move me

That thing, she got the Fugee

I just linked my nigga Gunga, and he told me, "Say nada"

When you get it with integrity, it's ten times harder

But it's much more rewarding

Any time I play, I push my chips cah I'm all in

Need the green Carti, buffies just to fix the distortion

And I ain't no goth, I had the Ricks before Carti'

Acne cap, that was khaki

They were rockin' Versace with the triple black Huarache

I done my own ting, different pattern, Fibonacci

Then I patterned up my chargie, I ain't inna the malarkey

In the mountains and the , man are major like Sharky

I'm from Southend where white man'll call you "darkie"

Presidential like Mugabe, on the M I'm bumpin' Jahshii

With my wifey in the car seat, lookin' in her eyes like

"They should put you in the Saatchi 'cause you're genuinely artsy"

How the raas could they war me? Them are soft, them are mushy

Told my jigga we got money on the way

Too much joy, Saint-Tropez or Honolulu, what you want?

Same way that she hold my hand, she gon' hold my gun

You know there ain't no shame when you lost someone

Yeah, we got money on the way, on the way, on the way (on the way, on the way, on the way)

Saint-Tropez or Honolulu, what you want?

Same way that she hold my hand (on the way, on the way), she gon' hold my gun

You know there ain't no shame when you lost someone

Yeah

Fuck prayin' for the world with a fake pastor

End up handin' out a blessing to a slave master

Raw feelings, need riots, not court dealings

Marshall law is in effect, I did a Paul Phoenix

I was embarrassed by my surname for no reason

By a man who had three names with no meaning

Can't read 'em, head in a Bible, I was psalm-readin'

Fuck a tarot card, UAE, I'm in the palm, readin', heart bleedin'

Gave bro life, but he's alive, so we can't grieve him

Aren't even, ready for it

I don't trust the law that we have, so why'd I need another fourty seven of 'em?

Wavy like Max Biggavelli on a surfboard in Honolulu

I don't do voodoo, rah, I'll do you like I never knew you

You got all that money, but you're pissed becah they're lookin' through you

I can see your soul cryin' out, 'cause you got nothin' to you

Serious operation, I'm runnin', playin' no games

Used to scam niggas that I know and give 'em fake names

Two first names like, I dunno, Joe James

Fifteen, still had that panic in my cold veins

'Preciate the struggle, no gas, I am propane

No peace, I'm feelin' a way, I think I—

No peace, I'm something in the way, I think I'm Cobain

Came in some Ed Hardy, feelin' like Jeff Hardy

Matt Hardy, Tom Hardy, and they wanna bombard me, tch

Sittin' on the fence, they wanna en-garde me

My girl from Trinidad, I tell her, "Pass through, and cook what you want

Cah where I'm from, we eat sharks too"

Dagger same shape as a half moon, half man, half Harkkanen

I made a killin', that was last June (Last June)

Told my jigga we got money on the way

Too much joy, Saint-Tropez or Honolulu, what you want?

Same way that she hold my hand, she gon' hold my gun

You know there ain't no shame when you lost someone

Yeah, we got money on the way, on the way, on the way (on the way, on the way, on the way)

Saint-Tropez or Honolulu, what you want?

Same way that she hold my hand (on the way, on the way, on the way), she gon' hold my gun

You know there ain't no shame when you lost someone