[Intro]
(Beam me up Scotty)
Woah, ohh
Yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh (Uhh)

[Chorus]
Same old fleece
Same old jeans
Same old club with the same old team (With the same—)
Salmonella with the same old beef
Shoot the same old shots
In the same sub tweets
Same old tears
Same old scene
Same old thoughts
Same old stream
But I'm bringing new waves from the same old me
Same old weed from the same brown leaves

[Verse 1]
I just want you—want you to feel fine
Heard you will take to the grave, fine, yeah
You needa unwind
Don't have to be [?] red eyes, yeah
Blow that smoke, make you choke
Yeah, you will wake but now you been woke
Held her throat when she spoke
Sleepin' on words, baby, jus let 'em go, wow (Ohh)
I'm on loose
Lock all the doors, I got nothing to lose (Lose, lose)
I'm looking for food
All of this music keep draining my juice
Chasing my visions and changing my views (Changed that)
This shit is not what I'm used to
All of the ways that I used to move
Faded away in the process
Faded away in the progress
Got no eyes and no name, yeah
No path and no pain, yeah
No loss and no gain, yeah
I'm somewhere in the empty space between
I remember him and never rang a bell, yeah (Ring, ring)
Allow me to ring a bell for my same old self and I
[Chorus]
Same old fleece
Same old jeans
Same old club with the same old team (With the same—)
Salmonella with the same old beef
Shoot the same old shots
In the same sub tweets
Same old tears
Same old scene
Same old thoughts
Same old streams
But I'm bringing new waves from the same old me
Same old weed from the same brown leaves

[Verse 2]
Let the street light guide us back home
I can't go alone, I barely stand on my own
It's an alright, fuck though
Summer night, I'm pourin', cryin' out on a sideroad
Tight rope living
Worn night tight visions, ayy
Like, water through the forest
Man, I might go missing, yeah
Cellphone digits don't work out
Where we heading?
I got ounces at the cottage, yeah
Trade off for the coverage, yeah (Ohh)
Wearin' these boots
Making these moves
I ain't want fashion
Might cop shoes
Might cop Bape
But I might cop blue notes
Open up shop when I open up new tones
No new phone, bought a new EQ and my headphones
Homie like Pichu if I'm like Raichu
Rap game, Thai food
They just wanna bite dude, fuck you
[Chorus]
Same old fleece
Same old jeans
Same old club with the same old team (With the same—)
Salmonella with the same old beef
Shoot the same old shots
In the same sub tweets
Same old tears
Same old scene
Same old thoughts
Same old stream
But I'm bringing new waves from the same old me
Same old weed from the same brown leaves