Idea Loca

Not even a week and it feels like a Coppola script
They only let me play inside their console
Staying with you lost in the Roma neighborhood
It's a crazy idea (uh-uh-uh-uh)

I wouldn't have the guts and I'd lose my sense (ah-ah-ah)
If this stone I'm chipping isn't enjoyed by my people
So I raise this drink for what I've achieved
To one, until I see the cross of one

I was born crying, and now I laugh at everything
I was born screaming, and that's how they shout at me in shows
If I bend down, it's to tie my shoelace
I aim high, as close to God as I can

Uh-uh-uh, ah-ah
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh

Excuse me, is it just me
Or is that plate getting cold?
Quietly and all in line
I keep my hands clean
The wheel spins when I want it to

The recipe is fine dining
So rich, so fancy, so mine
With the internet, we're crazy, click on your clique
With the internet, we're crazy, don't let life slip away, uh
Even if the ship sinks, I’m the last to abandon

I was born crying, and now I laugh at everything
I was born screaming, and that's how they shout at me in shows
If I bend down, it's to tie my shoelace
I aim high, as close to God as I can

I was born crying, and now I laugh at everything
I was born screaming, and that's how they shout at me in shows
If I bend down, it's to tie my shoelace
I aim high, as close to God as I can