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Never The Same
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Never The Same was released on November 30, 2024 by South Valley Records as a part of the album Never Change
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Release DateNovember 30, 2024
LabelSouth Valley Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ethan West
Ethan West
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethan West
Ethan West
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ethan West
Ethan West
Producer, Engineer

Lyrics

(Fuck a starved artist, I'm a starving artist)
(My dreams been distorting reality)
(Be real with me, ain't never feeling me)
(They some drama queens, they some wanna-bes)
(I got too much to say, they got too much to pay)
(I'm laying, thinking 'bout what could've been, I'm on the mend)
(I be on some healing shit, hitting pause but they won't quit)
(I'm literally so fucking close but they wouldn't even know it)
Fuck a starved artist, I'm a starving artist
My dreams been distorting reality
Be real with me, ain't never feeling me
They some drama queens, they some wanna-bes
I got too much to say, they got too much to pay
I'm laying, thinking 'bout what could've been, I'm on the mend
I be on some healing shit, hitting pause but they won't quit
I'm literally so fucking close but they wouldn't even know it
Guess I'm just the type of motherfucker people stay forgetting
Until it be too late, that's when I be get to getting
This the setting, wild west, you ain't never getting rest
Over here, over there, roadrunner but coyote
My influence hit from here to Nairobi
I be soaking in the tub with a bad thang
Bad things always coming my way, got 'em scared like I'm Radley
Boo, what you talking 'bout, be alone gladly
Taking everybody granted, don't believe 'em like they Santa
They throwing these tantrums, bitch, it's time to grow up
Show up for your people, no matter what it take
Diving out of the way when they sitting in the wake
Fuck the DEA, fuck the CIA, fuck the federals
In general, fuck the government
I'm heaven sent, get eleven sent straight at your noggin
Why they flaunting, get 'em smoked, Kenny Loggins, yeah
Fuck a starved artist, I'm a starving artist
My dreams been distorting reality
Be real with me, ain't never feeling me
They some drama queens, they some wanna-bes
I got too much to say, they got too much to pay
I'm laying, thinking 'bout what could've been, I'm on the mend
I be on some healing shit, hitting pause but they won't quit
I'm literally so fucking close but they wouldn't even know it
Guess I'm just the type of motherfucker people stay forgetting
Until it be too late, that's when I be get to getting
This the setting, wild west, you ain't never getting rest
Over here, over there, roadrunner but coyote
My influence hit from here to Nairobi
I be soaking in the tub with a bad thang
Bad things always coming my way, got 'em scared like I'm Radley
Boo, what you talking 'bout, be alone
(Just the type of motherfucker people stay forgetting)
(Until it be too late, that's when I be get to getting)
(This the setting, wild west, you ain't never getting rest)
(Over here, over there, roadrunner but coyote)
(My influence hit from here to Nairobi)
(I be soaking in the tub with a bad thang)
(Bad things always coming my way, got 'em scared like I'm Radley)
(Boo, what you talking 'bout, be alone)
Live and let live, and be careful what you give
Rivers of tears streaming down but I keep it silent
Violence always in my brain, I be held by these chains, though
Range Rover dreams, gotta get it through the range, though
Cologne hiding the alcohol smell
Give 'em hell any day, need to call up Ron Bell
I'm officiating, initiating big moves
Hitting snooze but I be up hella early
Don't want no love conditional, divisional, provisionals
Anybody need it, I been bleeding out on the crowd
I be rolling loud, rolling up hella loud
Creating these clouds, ain't do shit but she aroused
She ain't worth all the energy, taking up space
I'm a star, need to shine but I be drinking like a wino
Vinyl dresses, Sunday bestest, primal stresses, vital essence
Adolescence got the best of me
Fuck a starved artist, I'm a starving artist
My dreams been distorting reality
Be real with me, ain't never feeling me
They some drama queens, they some wanna-bes
I got too much to say, they got too much to pay
I'm laying, thinking 'bout what could've been, I'm on the mend
I be on some healing shit, hitting pause but they won't quit
I'm literally so fucking close but they wouldn't even know it
(I got too much to say, they got too much to pay)
(I'm laying, thinking 'bout what could've been, I'm on the mend)
(I be on some healing shit, hitting pause but they won't quit)
(I'm literally so fucking close but they wouldn't even know it)
Written by: Ethan West
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