Credits

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Marco Battisti
Marco Battisti
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Lyrics

Yeah T-I-S-T-I Huh, huh That shit, international We been international Now the world gotta know My intelligence gone It went forth with the storm That caught my heart When I stayed alone I left my home Ain't found a new one See this hash is pain for my lungs This cash is the key for my locks I'm in the midst of it all, confused Like you want a girl But you nurture dolls They all plastic, man Stories of my past They tense And intense I used to ride trains with no fare Stare out the window pane Sit all day til the sky turned black I threw every single forfeiture I'm with - he's a stepper I'm the T, I'm the bastard Look you in the eye To check if my humour Find echoes Inside your ventricle Till we vertical, nah nah nah I'm not here for the drama See my curtains are grey I been down Only parties in pajamas Scared that they pocket watch My words undercover And even the pillow talks Used to be abusive One step from the edge Like my name was Peep I tipped the waitress Now she's on my tip These gritty tales done packed my brains Fuck Co2, cause I see hoes too I greet my demons, I blame my blues Don't see true colors, yeah I blame my blues Please, let me lecture you Star players got no substitutes I greet my demons, I blame my blues Don't see true colors, yeah I blame my blues Please, let me lecture you Star players got no substitutes
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