

(hmmm-mm) Same old, same old,
we didn't see the future
We were looking at the ground
Tryna trace the steps of everything we lost and found
You can't help yourself,
no
You just want my money (you just want the gold)
Same old same old,
we didn't see it coming
You can't help yourself,
you just want my money
Same old same old,
running from the truth
You can't help yourself,
yeah, you just want the loot
We were building castles in a sandbox
Waiting for the tide to wash it clean
Now you're checking pockets on the runway
Acting like you didn't know what I mean
No future in the rearview mirror
No crystal ball to make it clearer
(nothing left but green)
Same old same old,
we didn't see it coming
You can't help yourself,
you just want my money
Same old same old,
running from the truth
You can't help yourself,
yeah, you just want the loot
Just want the money...
Same old same old...