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Same Old Things
Hip-Hop/Rap
Same Old Things fue lanzado el 27 de febrero de 2026 por sid kara como parte del álbum Same Old Things - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento27 de febrero de 2026
Sello discográficosid kara
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM127

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Sid Kara
Sid Kara
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Sidhant Chitkara
Sidhant Chitkara
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Sid Kara
Sid Kara
Producción

Letra

At a loss for words lately
I wait so patiently
I seek a good days sleep
A lots been worse lately
This sense of vacancy
Pursuing famous dreams
Hands out so they can see
We live complacently
I want the same old things
I want the same old things
I want a penthouse suite, bathtub big enough to party
I want a Time Machine, go back and maybe win the lottery
I wanna not feel cold, not get old, never say sorry
Wishlist so bold you would think I should take up comedy
I want a movie scene where we have to get nude as a porno
I want a beauty queen that’s loyal but knows how to get down tho
I wanna get funded by VCs for nothing just to be me
And watch myself on tv I’ll make it look so easy
I wanna be master of all trades
I wanna be an actor in Bombay
I wanna drive backwards on a one way
I wanna not feel sad on Sundays
I wanna be a new age pundit
I wanna dance and do some fun drugs
I wanna live to be one hundred
I wanna see the seven wonders
I want luck I wanna be like Midas
I take a buck and multiply it
I wanna fuck on airplane toilets
Or do I just want peace and quiet
I want a bus that drops me back home
My velvet sweatsuit hand sown
I shit on a golden thrones
I wanna not feel so damn alone
I seek ecstasy
Fight destiny
The rest we’ll see
I want the same old things
I wanna be someone
I wanna kiss the moon
And then ill steal the sun
I wanna grow some wings
And squeeze into a gun
Shoot into the stars
I know it can be done
I wanna be so bad
I wanna be so silly
I wanna be the best for you
Even if it kills me
I wanna be electric
I will be so romantic
Ill teach white people tantric
Ill swim in the Atlantic
Ill master meditation
Im always on vacation
My sex drive insatiable and
I do meal preparation
I keep up with inflation
I speak with persuasion
My trail mix is just raisins
Im a fucking inspiration
Is this your revelation
Are we fit to be kings
Is this manifesting
Im running out of patience
I want the same old things
Written by: Sidhant Chitkara
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