TRISTE (feat. Selecta)

I'm so sad
Sad like the songs you wrote in winter
Sad like the kiss you gave me

Sad, jokes haven't been funny for a while
Sad, sad, I only write sad
Sad, even in summer, only sad bars come out

Because it's the pain that dresses me
Sad, it's what you promised and didn't fulfill
Sad, I only write sad, mmm

I wanted my clothes brand to be Karl Lagerfeld
I had to even act as my A&R and manager
Seeing my parents little, traveling all day, Ryanair
It's stepping on the moon or staying on side B

Raising my fists, you know, Mazinger
Learning through fights, uh-uh, Karate
Not like these damn kids, copying my swag
They're all copy-pastes, I know they smell like AliExpress

Over my dead body I'll lower it
I made a suit with my defeats, but without a tailor
Rather broken than bend, in Texas I'm the Ranger
What was once unattainable is now flesh and bone

Yeah, yeah, if this is a race, speed up, yeah, yeah
Put on your heels, mommy, step on it, yeah, yeah
She's not a biker but she roars well
Hey, spill Chardonnay on my Avirex

I painted white on black like a chessboard
I know you, codfish, the fish dies by the mouth
I remember dancing with you drunk at the Matinée
Taking off your Calvin Klein now Chanel

Here it's all shop windows, listen to me, escape
With me there's no debate, a tie for me is losing
I'm in checkmate, you're Leticia Sabater
In the Caribbean I rolled a bat and killed it in Carabanchel

Sad like the songs you wrote me in winter
Sad like the kiss you gave me
Sad, jokes haven't been funny for a while
Sad, sad, I only write sad

Sad, even in summer, only sad bars come out
Because it's the pain that dresses me
Sad, it's what you promised and didn't fulfill
Sad, I only write sad, mmm

She forgot about me, threw me like a frisbee
Pichi in Chamberí, true Madrid, I'm pure kinki
Whisky, lipstick, baby, just kiss me
You saw? You came and never regretted

I eat you like Krispies, I suck you like Cristy
She dangerous and risky, I cancer, you Pisces
I was from the Misfits and you were from Limp Bizkit
I don't want to see you sad, or get hooked on birdseed

Cheers, drinks on the floor and glasses for toasts
Without my tigers I don't celebrate, they're my dream team
Ring, ring, they want my ass like Britney's
And here I am crying black without being from Green Day

Love and revenge, the slaughter like in Kill Bill
It's not a dance class, mommy, I asked for a striptease
Even with this belly you chose me
Yours is already past, hang it on Vinted

Sad like the songs you wrote me in winter
Sad like the kiss you gave me
Sad, jokes haven't been funny for a while
Sad, sad, I only write sad

Sad, even in summer, only sad bars come out
Because it's the pain that dresses me
Sad, it's what you promised and didn't fulfill
Sad, I only write sad, mmm