Damn, Dis-moi

Chris

I'm making fun of myself, hands in my jacket
My whole body stings, it's salty
When they unload their arms, they laugh with kindness
Tick, tick, tock, it seems written on paper

My sadness will infect my jaw
The more I lust, the less beautiful I am to behold
It's like a blackbird, the girl you think you're holding
Hit, hit, you press at random to make her come

What can I do?
With the energy I'm wasting?
When I want you
Damn, tell me how better

What can I do?
With the energy I'm wasting?
When I want you
Damn, tell me how better (touché, touché, yeah)

I went to drown my fame since she's the one you liked
A ticket to Stella who will suck my disappointed loves
In the heart of cities, they call out to me from their Quechua
Who are you, who are you, who are you? Money, not sellouts

Back in the morning covered in sweat
My body lies in the arms of the smuggler
Squatting, let the whole pack rage
Who are you, who are you, who are you to treat me, to treat me, you?

What to do (what to do)
With the energy I'm wasting?
When I want you
Damn, tell me how better

What to do
With the energy I'm wasting?
When I want you
Damn, tell me how better

Chris, I don't know why you trippin'
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
(You got to keep on rollin' girl) touché, touché
(Keep rollin', rollin') touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché
Touché, touché, touché, touché