Girl, puoi dirmi che cosa guardi? Non capisco se mi odi oppure vuoi baciarmi (Muah) Sei l'unica dentro il party E che mi sta guardando come mi guardano i maschi Addosso ho la tutina tutta glitterata Viene alla serata, solamente per me La più figa quella che prima era una sfigata Adesso fa sfilata, adesso è una vera bad Tutte le girls mi amano (Muah) Tutte le girls mi chiamano (Drin) Ho provato avere amiche ma (What?) Tutte le girls infamano (Ah-ah) Io ne so davvero una più del diavolo E se parlo faccio cadere il domino Grido: "Vamonos" (Let's go) Bevo il solito (Let's go) Faccio il panico (Let's go) Porto pure tutte le girls (Ah-ah) Voglion stare con me (Mhm-mhm) Come se fossi un boy (Ah-ah) Però sono una bad (Mhm-mhm) Sarà il sex appeal (Ah-ah) Che le fa andare mad (Mhm-mhm) Oppure una fake bitch (Ah-ah) Che ha bisogno di cash (Mhm-mhm) (Wa-wa-wao-wa) Tiki-taka, Beşiktaş Tic-tac, corro, metto il NOS Zig-zag, alzo motocross, si girano tutte le girls Giudicami come ti pare e piace (Troie) Troppe bitch, manco piscio in pace Mollami che non sei mia madre (Troie) Crocifisso matchato alle mutande (Savage) Tu lo sai come sono Mille tipe nei dm, sono troppo bono (Ah) Cosa ti devo dire Mia madre mi ha fatto playboy, playboy Vieni che non ti annoi (Ah) Mi serve solo l'ok poi se mi dici che vuoi ti cavalco cow-boy, boy (Brr) La tua amica dice che non puoi Ma è gelosa lo sai, vorrebbe fare ste cose ma non le farà mai Tutte le girls (Ah-ah) Voglion stare con me (Mhm-mhm) Come se fossi un boy (Ah-ah) Però sono una bad (Mhm-mhm) Sarà il sex appeal (Ah-ah) Che le fa andare mad (Mhm-mhm) Oppure una fake bitch (Ah-ah) Che ha bisogno di cash (Mhm-mhm) Ai lobi giga perle per te, così finiamo sotto le coperte La mia baddie mi passa a prendere, non ha ancora fatto la patente Non tocco-co più la coco, cambio la face, emoticon Sono iconico, fanno i cori mo' ed è logico che mi vogliono tutte le girls Tutte le girls (Ah-ah) Voglion stare con me (Mhm-mhm) Come se fossi un boy (Ah-ah) Però sono una bad (Mhm-mhm) Sarà il sex appeal (Ah-ah) Che le fa andare mad (Mhm-mhm) Oppure una fake bitch (Ah-ah) Che ha bisogno di cash (Mhm-mhm)

Nice to see you, how you doing? Did you know you're really something? You make me feel things I don't believe in It's all up in my heart And all up in my spine, those chills I suppose someday these roads will reach the sea It's safe to say they're tailor-made for replaying scenes But I'm too pensive to decide what's real All 'cause you left me with a heart chock-full of chills In the morning sun, you and I are one Fingers through my hair, feel them everywhere Don't know what to think, am I still dreaming? You're so perfect, baby, were you made for me? Nice to see you, how you doing? Did you know you're really something? You make me feel things I don't believe in It's all up in my heart And all up in my spine, those chills Hope it works out in the long run I think about you and then the month's gone I raise the issue in tangential love songs It's all up in my heart And all up in my spine, those chills Those chills, ah, those chills Hold me, baby Oh, you saved me

Thinking back to phase one With woolen mallets and the bass drums Early hours in the drive-through Playing early DIIV and Nite Jewel We found ourself in stage three Observing murals dotting Lake Street With every story comes a stalemate When you've been living in a failed state The night gets cold but there's smoke in the clouds I'm having trouble sleeping and it's stressing me out The words may fall short of something profound But every time I'm with you I'm just glad you're around How's this sound? Laid out in programmatic sets of three We keep the time and music sets the scene What's after the dream? My point of reference is the northern sky Sometimes the synthesizer makes me cry We'll dance for a while (Two, three, four) I guess you caught me in a dark mood Which is to say I'm missing part two I'm always hoping life will start soon No one else can make my heart swoon, like you do The night gets cold but there's smoke in the clouds I'm having trouble sleeping and it's stressing me out The words may fall short of something profound But every time I'm with you I'm just glad you're around When the night got cold, there was smoke in the clouds Then you came and found me when the world let me down The words may fall short of something profound But every time I'm with you I'm just glad you're around How's this sound?

I saw a banner on the overpass And caught the message on the lower half Now repent The end is here at last But we shrugged and hit the gas It's a long drive back to you The kind that always takes a day or two I didn't know what love like that could do I need you in my life to make it through I'll see you soon Holdin' on about as long as I can In a landscape I don't understand For a long while inside of a van Where I miss you days on end cause It's a long drive back to you The kind that always takes a day or two I didn't know what love like that could do I need you in my life to make it through All cause it's a long drive back to you The kind that always takes a day or two I didn't know what love like that could do I need you in my life to make it through I'll see you soon

When August comes I don't count the days Transitory views From the subway train How strange When life unfolds this way In the driftless zone Sky's are prone to stay off-gray Clouds are omens too Fading at the rate Most pleasant memories do This is a lost taste

Next to Hudson Yards, it's crowded on the weekdays From April to May Parse apart a troubled heart from an e-train And sing about it in L.A. With clouds in the rearview You start humming along to the first verse Of your favorite song that you quote each day With the words all wrong So call me when the world looks bleak I love you, but it's hard to believe With every day we'll start to see The rest is metamodernity With agrestic charm, it's humid in the Midwest From June to July All beneath a pinkish sky from the wildfires Which mantle the horizon line From the outset It's been hard to tell Why we feel this down When it all bodes well So call me when the world looks bleak I love you, but it's hard to believe With every day we'll start to see The rest is metamodernity