Puoi (part. Pinguini Tattici Nucleari)

You left your contact lenses at my place
And I don’t know if you can see anymore
Your shit never mixes with mine
Everything changes, but not the vibe
I get wrapped up and open up for real only when I sing
But I’ve written you a ton of fake songs, and you already know

It’s kind of the problem of my age
Trading a dream for reality
And those castles we build
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 (oh yeah)

I’ll make it on my own time, yeah right, yeah right
Tonight I’m gonna kill the DJ
And play a track that doesn’t talk about us anymore
I know you’ll hate me, but in hindsight, you can

Conquer the world
Find the meaning
And with hands clapping to the beat
Jump on the bed
Understand the techno
With a guy like Timothée
I’ll play the songs I always do
Blow out all the speakers
But still, I can’t hear the music
And I miss the faith of a hooligan (eh)

It’s kind of the problem of my age
Penalties that get denied at the VAR
There’s a god, but he’s a rockstar
He plays and then leaves, ignoring his fans
But how can there be a thousand reasons I have
To stay locked up in this madhouse
I’ll make this hatred work for me, yeah

I’ll make it on my own time, yeah right, yeah right
Tonight I’m gonna kill the DJ
And play a track that doesn’t talk about us anymore
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 rough night?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I’m not dancing and someone’s hugging me
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
They ask: Everything okay? I turn: Who are you?
Ah, it’s the DJ

I’ll make it on my own time, yeah right, yeah right
Tonight I’m gonna kill the DJ
And play a track that doesn’t talk about us anymore
I know you’ll hate me, but in hindsight, you can