Replay

On cardboard on the floor to a Lomonaco mattress
Bro, cut it out
Import it
I wanna see the formula for Monaco

I was just a dreaming kid
And we started locked up recording in the basement

With my glasses, everything looks kinda polarized
My life changed and I haven’t normalized it
Even though I signed a contract that made it official
And some numbers on social media that have globalized me

I drink Limoncello in the Roman Forum
Ascoli Piceno, Italian feast
Tie, vest, and a wristwatch
If the girl cries, I got a folded napkin

You ask me if we’re meeting up?
I want a kid with my eyes but your hair
Tell your dad I’m gonna make him a grandpa
Baby, that ass made me believe in love again

That reel you posted, I got it on replay
She plays hard to get, doesn’t matter if you look
She never pays attention to anyone
She’s the queen of my dance

That reel you posted, I got it on replay
She plays hard to get, doesn’t matter if you look
She never pays attention to anyone
She’s the queen of my dance

If they had to buy you, you’d cost millions
That’s why a Rembrandt isn’t sold, babe, it’s displayed
Used to want fame, now I want you in heels
I’m causing problems, you’re bringing solutions

I don’t want medals, I don’t need them
In my display case, there are no pretty trophies
Just a photo of mom holding me as a kid
And a rosary that protects me from devils and little demons

You’re not my friend for calling me Gonzalo
And you don’t know me for getting high together
They caught me up to my elbow, and I just shook their hand
Like Judas sold Jesus in the Roman Empire

There’s nothing left of you, of me, of the beat, I left without even coming back to say goodbye
This life isn’t for sad kids
That’s why the strong don’t make jokes
That reel you posted, I got it on replay
She plays hard to get, doesn’t matter if you look
She never pays attention to anyone
She’s the queen of my dance

That reel you posted, I got it on replay
She plays hard to get, doesn’t matter if you look
She never pays attention to anyone
She’s the queen of my dance