PIRLO

Once again
Drunk on a Sunday, I
I can't think
That you're gone

And the Rivo' doesn't work for me, nor eating another ass
But I have to do it, because that's how I pretend
That I still think of you
And sometimes, I regret it

But I'd rather die before saying it
That without you, I'm like Italy without Pirlo
That I still think of you
Sometimes, I regret it (yeah, yeah)

Pass me the bottle (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Always the same shit (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
That's how I am without her (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
And sometimes, I regret it

Pass me the bottle (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Always the same shit (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
That's how I am without her (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
And sometimes, I regret it

But I can't forget you
When I lie down, it comes back
A demon in my mind, telling me everything
No matter how hard I try, now I just get high

Like Khal (Drogo), without my Khaleesi
It's got me bad (bad), it's got me busy
Not dead, but almost
(Oh-oh)

But I'd rather die before saying it
That without you, I'm like Italy without Pirlo
That I still think of you
Sometimes, I regret it (yeah, yeah)

Pass me the bottle (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Always the same shit (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
That's how I am without her (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
And sometimes, I regret it

Pass me the bottle (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Always the same shit (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
That's how I am without her (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
And sometimes, I regret it

(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
And sometimes, I regret it

Once again
Drunk on a Sunday, I
I can't think
That you're gone