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Same Old Things
Hip-Hop/Rap
Трек «Same Old Things» вышел в 27 февраля 2026 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «sid kara»)Same Old Things - Single
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Дата релиза27 февраля 2026 г.
Лейблsid kara
ЯзыкEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM127

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Sid Kara
Sid Kara
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Sidhant Chitkara
Sidhant Chitkara
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Sid Kara
Sid Kara
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Слова

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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