Sick and tired of the bullshit, you won’t get another chance
Fucking lame niggas, I don’t really understand
‘Cause you know I’ma cash out, fuck the rubber bands
I bought you everything, peanut butter Benz
You was s’posed to be there when I got out of jail
But you’d rather hoe out with all of your friends
Going crazy, did my time, you ain’t send me mail
Takin’ L’s when I was tryna make you win, ain’t had no bail
You supposed to be down for your nigga
Baby, where you at? Baby, who you with? Girl, you slippin’
I was supposed to have your heart
But you just kept me in the dark, by painting pictures
I know you lying and you sneaking, I’m just stating facts
I’m just that dummy who believed you ’cause I loved your ass
Not the only nigga who been through that
But I’m the only nigga with receipts and popping tags
I was looking forward to us makin’ love
And wakin’ up for round two
But you ain’t stayed long enough, and it’s fuckin’ me up
Learning from them hoes that’s around you
And now you up on games, no
You don’t see me the same, no
The drugs, they can numb the pain
Poppin’ bars, the easy part, but I still hurt the same
Thinkin’ ’bout these bitches when I’m rollin’ up
I’m just tryna vibe, wanna feel the love, two bitches like double dutch
Off that purple Actavis, I stay with that double cup
I just switched my style up, now she stuck like what the fuck
Started not to care, European real, bought a couple foreigns
Drivin’ outta here, know that molly get me there
Just a couple sips, just so I forget, don’t remember shit
Get a lot of pussy, don’t fuck with relationships
I’m out my mind, on that crazy shit
On my brazy shit, don’t wanna know who she be fucking with
She tryna break my heart, I know you lovin’ it
You on some other shit and I’m on my own again
I was looking forward to us makin’ love
And wakin’ up for round two
But you ain’t stayed long enough, and it’s fuckin’ me up
Learning from them hoes that’s around you
And now you up on games, no
You don’t see me the same, no
The drugs, they can numb the pain
Poppin’ bars, the easy part, but I still hurt the same
Think of ways to navigate
Why you steady throwin’ shade on my name?
While I’m taking all the blame
We both messed up and goin’ separate ways
You fuckin’ them niggas, I’m fuckin’ them bitches
All that silly shit won’t make a difference
Know what it is, I’m the man in my city
He only look at your ass and your titties
You don’t need makeup, you know that you pretty
You kinda crazy, you know that I get it
Half on a baby, you know that I did it
Guilty as charged, I ain’t gonna be innocent
I’m tryna be limitless
I’m tryna fuck up all the Hennessy
You know I say “fuck all my enemies”
I know you on your independent shit
Quality over quantity
Bad bitch right in front of me
Can’t lie, baby, honestly
‘Cause that pussy remindin’ me
And now you up on games, no
You don’t see me the same, no
The drugs, they can numb the pain
Poppin’ bars, the easy part, but I still hurt the same
Up on game
You don’t see me the same, no
Numb the pain, yeah
Poppin’ bars, easy part, still hurt the same
Raw Emotions and Heartbreak Unveiled
In “Hurt The Same,” Chris Brown lays bare the pain of betrayal and lost love. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a relationship fractured by disloyalty, where trust is broken and both partners spiral into self-destructive habits. Brown’s candid admissions about trying to mask emotional wounds with material possessions and substances highlight the raw vulnerability at the song’s core. The recurring theme of feeling let down by someone he deeply cared for resonates throughout, as he navigates regret and pride, love and resentment. Ultimately, even amidst new distractions, the pain remains—a universal message about how heartbreak lingers beneath the surface, regardless of how we try to hide it.
Song Credits
Artist: Chris Brown
Songwriters: Chris Brown
Release Year: 2024