Forever Alone

Forever alone
(O-O-Ovy On The Drums)
Forever alone

I go on thinking of how I could answer
When they ask me how I am for real
It's just that that's something I've never really thought through
Without knowing me too much, I can tell you that I am

A chill guy, nothing to say
Always by myself, maybe I'm a little egotistic
A few friends, but lots of stories to tell
Reserved, crazy, shy, a little quiet

Some say yes, some say no
What's good for one may not be good for the other
I just go on here, just sitting on the couch
Being a boring, lazy and sleepyhead guy

Oh-uoh-uoh, lazy and a sleepyhead
Oh-uoh-uoh, lazy and a sleepyhead
Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh
Lazy and a sleepyhead

Forever alone
Don't talk to me about love
I'm fine with mi gata, my family
My friends, my tour, my roll

So I feel better
Mo-more rhythm, more flow
I go out in the full moon
And they stop me, condemned for the million

This rum is bad for me
And this bottle of Fermet
And the videogame, and the sushi, and the parties
The babies that come to the concert

But to relax
I rather just lay down
Be still in my bed
Forget the cellphone

For that bit, don't call me
For that moment, don't call me
That I won't answer
Don't call me, don't call me

I'll tell you, tell you, tell you
I'm nothing that interesting
And if you're doubting that I'm serious
I'll take this moment to confess that I'm

A chill guy, nothing to say
Always by myself, maybe I'm a little egotistic
A few friends, but lots of stories to tell
Reserved, crazy, shy, a little quiet

Some say yes, some say no
What's good for one may not be good for the other
I just go on here, just sitting on the couch
Being a boring, lazy and sleepyhead guy

Oh-uoh-uoh, lazy and a sleepyhead
Oh-uoh-uoh, lazy and a sleepyhead
Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh
Lazy and a sleepyhead

Ovy On The Drums, On The Drums
Yeah, Paulo Londra
Big Ligas, Los Mayores
Ey, The Kristonman
Leones con flow, yeah
(O-O-Ovy On The Drums)
Homerun, Homerun, Homerun (bam)