Hey man, I'm gonna teach you how to fail in six steps:
I don't dress badly, it's just a placement
I hang around the basement but I don't know who you are
I want your face on mine like a face swap
I'm so messed up that for touching boobs
I need to have an accident, so that the airbag goes off
She gives up on me but then I win like Leicester
I'm so phony with you that I'll hit on you on playback, baby
Facebook is impractical, Whatsapp is better
So if you don't mind we'll chat up there
I swear I could stare at you endlessly
If you want, you'll be the building site to my middle age1
People dance and laugh
I'd want to die, in a second I'd clear out the whole café
I hear summer hits, I pray they end just like I did last summer
Because of all this shit that's going on radio
You can even run down me, what a misery
I wanted so bad to be happy but
Now I'm just bad so I'm halfway there2
I listen to you a little more but soon I'll shut down
I wish I'd donate you my organs but I'm empty inside
You're remarkable type, even though you're hung up on beauty
You beg for "likes" in a pic with a strategic pose
But you care to say that you care about ethichs
If you take a photo when you're naked and write a poetic quote
Facebook is impractical, Whatsapp is better
So if you don't mind we'll chat up there
I swear I could stare at you endlessly
If you want, you'll be the building site to my middle age
People dance and laugh
I'd want to die, in a second i'd clear out the whole café
I hear summer hits, I pray just like I did last summer
Because of all this shit that's going on radio
You can even run down me, what a misery
You ask me to come to you
Then you come and you don't give the slightest shit about me
(Why the f*ck do you call me then?)
You are fishing for compliments
Just to post the screenshot (bitch!)
I sing about you in every concert
But the truth is you only want dull dudes
You and him having dinner, and him with your parents
and they faked they lived happily ever after
Because of all this shit that's going on radio
You can even run down me, what a misery
People dance and laugh
I'd want to die, in a second I'd clear out the whole café
I hear summer hits, I pray they end just like I did last summer
Because of all this shit that's going on radio
You can even run down me, what a misery
1. In Italy it's so common for elderly people to stand by building sites and watch the (endless) work that it became a cliché2. That's a playword: "felice da far schifo" means "to be very happy", "faccio schifo" means "I suck"