Yay, oh
Hey, yeah
Broskino
Fake bitches, those I left at school
I have the playlist with me, between myself and I, I between myself and mine
Broskino
Fake bitches, those I left at school
I have the playlist with me, between myself and I, I between myself and mine
Hey, give me another joint
No, no, I’m not calm anymore
Bro, mom calls me, calls me, calls me
No Xanax1 anymore, no home anymore
Or street, or brother
Yeah, bitch, I don’t have my ghosts anymore
I was turning around and not catching any drama
I call my stand-by lady
Because she helps me forget them
Because I don’t know what you’re talking about
Because if you die, the follows go up
But stop following yourself
A bit like them, hey
You pretend at a distance
And you’re not them, not even dead
Yeah, yeah, I take a drag and stay with mine
Yeah, take a drag and stay only with mine
Broskino
Fake bitches, those I left at school
I have the playlist with me, between myself and I, I between myself and mine
I don’t want to repeat myself anymore
Standing here in the shower, still asking myself
If your face is here, it won’t give me
The strength to get back in the game anymore
Fuck you and your insignificant paranoia
You sing, but I hear you out of focus
If you’re Magmar2, I’ll hit you with a tidal wave
I want to drink, but my voice goes away
At school I preferred my house
I went out only if I didn’t get a 33
What the fuck do you do with philosophy?
I want to lose myself up in space
With a joint, but
Baby, if I don’t return, I’ll call you from below
You respond
Yeah, I take a drag, stay with mine
Take a drag, stay only with mine
Broskino
Fake bitches, those I left at school
I have the playlist with me, between myself and I, I between myself and mine
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Broskino
Fake bitches, those I left at school
I have the playlist with me, between myself and I, I between myself and mine
1. anxiety medication2. a fire type Pokémon3. in the Italian school grading system, a 3 is a bad (non-passing) grade