This is a song about "Same old song"

Stressed out, cos' i'm gone

I'm inventing my own song.

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Can barely finish a song

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

It may be not the same for you

We're done, same old thing isnt nothin new.

You seen me evolve more with each song

Haven't seen a girl in so long

Your still gunna make it into my song,

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Tired of the same old vision, unmotivated decisions,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

You're listening to this song

And we don't know no right from wrong