Puoi (feat. Pinguini Tattici Nucleari)

You left your contact lenses at my place
And I don't know if you see anymore
Your shit never mixes with mine
Everything changes but not the vibe

I wrap myself up
And truly open up only when I sing
But I've already written a bunch of fake songs for you and you already know

It's a bit of an age problem of mine
A dream is mistaken for reality
And those castles one builds
Don't fit well in the cities

But how can there be a thousand reasons I have
To cling to this panic
For another thousand nights like this
But yes

I'll make it in my own time
Of course, of course
Tonight I'll kill the DJ

And I play a song that no longer speaks of us
I know, you'll hate me
But in hindsight
You can

Conquer the world
Find the meaning
And with hands clapping in time

Jump on the bed
Understand the techno
With a guy like Timothée

I play the same old songs
I blow up all the speakers
But still can't hear the music
And I miss the faith of a hooligan
Eh

It's a bit of an age problem of mine
Penalties denied by VAR
There's a god but he acts like a rock star
Plays and then leaves
Ignores his fans

But how can there be a thousand
Reasons I have
To be locked up in this madhouse
I make all this hatred pay off
Yes

I'll make it in my own time
Of course, of course
Tonight I'll kill the DJ

And I play a song that no longer speaks of us
I know you'll hate me
But in hindsight
You can

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Stop raising your arms
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Can't you see it's a crappy night
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I don't dance and someone hugs me

They say: Everything's OK
I turn around: Who are you?
Ah, it's the DJ

I'll make it in my own time
Of course, of course
Tonight I'll kill the DJ

And I play a song that no longer speaks of us
I know you'll hate me
But in hindsight