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Plastic Cups
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Utwór Plastic Cups został wydany 19 lipca 2026 przez 12453185 Records DK jako część albumu Back to Westborough
19 lipca 2026
Wytwórnia12453185 Records DK
JęzykEnglish
BPM93
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia

Tekst Utworu

Plastic cups in the kitchen
Rice cooking through the night
I still hear all the laughter
Like it's living in my mind
Jackets piled on the bed now
Kids running through the halls
Aunties calling out my name
Through the noise of it all
Time moves on but it don't erase
Every voice, every face
Where did everybody go
All my cousins side by side
Running wild through the summer, never thinking we'd outgrow
Plastic cups, paper plates
Crowded rooms and staying late
I was wrapped in every voice like a song I'm singing still
From that house on the hill
Avocado green kitchen Full of stories and heat
From Big pots simmer on the stove
Every flavor from the street
Mahjong tiles on the table, Clicking loud and keeping score
Music blasting through the speakers
While we cha-cha dance on the floor
Wooden spoon and fork hanging Last Supper on the wall
Every room held a memory Every corner felt so full
We grew up, went different ways
Different dreams, different days
Where did everybody go
All my cousins side by side
Running wild through the summer, never thinking we'd outgrow
Plastic cups, paper plates
Crowded rooms and staying late
I was wrapped in every voice like a song I'm singing still
From that house on the hill
Now the driveway's just a memory
That old house ain't ours no more
But wherever we come together
Feels like walking through that door
Some names I still say softly
Like a prayer beneath the stars
Some faces live in photographs
But they never feel that far
I still hear their favorite stories
I still hear their laughter too
Sometimes when the room gets quiet
It's like they're walking through
Empty chairs around the table
But their love still fills the room
In the recipes we're making
And the songs we still sing too
Every hug, every lesson, Every little thing they gave
Live on in every gathering, Long after they slipped away
Now my cousins got their own kids, Running wild just like we did
Same stories, same old magic, Living on in them again
Plastic cups in the kitchen
Lined up by the sink
Tomorrow all the family's coming
Just like it used to be
New faces, same old stories
Different kids running the halls
That house on the hill lives forever
Every time we answer the call
Plastic cups in the kitchen
But they won't stay that way
Tomorrow when we all pull up
We'll fill them up again
Written by: Rich Mendoza
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