Discover the poetic beauty in ‘SAMO’ by A$AP Rocky. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Rocky or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
Same old thing
Watch me do the same old thing
If I wrote your ass a love song
Could I make it bang? If I pull up with my guns wrong
Run, I make it bang
Homie, tell me where you come from, tell me what you bang
Ain’t a damn thing funny, but we laughing to the bank
Never blow a dough change, rather blow my fucking brain
Decorator came from Spain
Blow the budget on an accent door
What that accent ’bout?
Southern California, living daddy in and out of prison
Ain’t no father to my style, I’m the ODB
Or the OPB when I go OT
All the shows sold out and the hoes show out
Tryna be a baby mama, tryna break a player pockets
That’s a no no
This day forward I ain’t taking photos
Then we wear our old clothes, we ain’t giving promo no mo’
Just the same old thing (way up, way up)
Watch me do the same old thing
Do the same old thing, do the same old thing (way up, way up)
Watch me do the same old thing, just the same old same
Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up)
Same old same
Same thing (way up, way up)
Chain, big chain, ain’t shit changed, same old thing
Win the race or fix your face, your woman on my dinner plate
I’m coming for that last supper, sinner seat, I’ve been a G
I drive across the inner state
We cracked and launched the murder rate
They know who did the killing, but they didn’t see
On the verse there’s a price, on the show there’s a fee
We don’t do no barber shopping, we don’t show no empathy
Empty out your pockets, ten thousand fee for that talking
I gotta take this extra five
No doubt about it, we the best alive
No testifying, we silent
Never told them our partners
My partner and ’em got bodies
I’m tryna put ’em in robbers
They used to put us in G rides, so now I put ’em in college
Put ’em on with this business then put ’em on with your mama
Just the same old thing (way up, way up)
Watch me do the same old thing
Do the same old thing, do the same old thing (way up, way up)
Watch me do the same old thing, just the same old same
Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up)
Same old same
Same thing (way up, way up)
Chain, big chain, ain’t shit changed, same old thing
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
Way up, way up