Tardi (feat. Sfera Ebbasta)

We’re filters and rolling papers
We’re coke and nostrils
Everything that starts
Is made to end
[?] headache
Do to others what you hate
And it’s partly my fault
But it’s also partly yours
From when you wanted nothing
To when you asked me for the moon
I’d steal it from God
So I wouldn’t look bad with you
We’re without a seatbelt in the Range
We make up excuses but they won’t mean a thing
Now that

It’s gotten way too late
And you say: It’s not too late
I already know you don’t give a damn
About keeping up with my mistakes

You say I don’t know how to behave
And I don’t notice if you’re crying
You haven’t talked to me in days
I haven’t known anything about you for days, eh

Maybe it’s partly my fault, maybe it’s partly yours
Or maybe it’s been too long since I’ve even tried to feel anything
Love is a lie, tell me yours
Then break my heart without saying you’re sorry
We had ten bucks between us and we’d split it
I’d take you to dinner only at the kebab place
Your bag was fake, but you were so real
We’d hook up at night in the backseat of the car
Now that everything’s changed, now that everything’s gone
Tell me what’s left, we don’t even say goodbye
I could give you the moon, even give you the stars
I know it wouldn’t work, you’d want something else

It’s gotten way too late
And you say: It’s not too late
I already know you don’t give a damn
About keeping up with my mistakes

You say I don’t know how to behave
And I don’t notice if you’re crying
You haven’t talked to me in days
I haven’t known anything about you for days, eh

(It’s gotten way too late)
(And you say: It’s not too late)
(I already know you don’t give a damn)
(About keeping up with my mistakes)