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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luca Malina
Luca Malina
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luca Malina
Luca Malina
Composer
Luca Pivetz
Luca Pivetz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luca Pivetz
Luca Pivetz
Producer
Maximilian Walch
Maximilian Walch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You are so cynical,
that’s what my friends say.
Nothing allowed, not going out, never let to play.
It’s getting critical,
that’s what my parents say.
They just don’t understand when I say:
Slay, slay, slayy.
Stop talking about my mom, we’re not alike,
and if you don’t respect me, I will fight.
Not just for me, for all my girls,
since it is our right.
I am so fking sick of your stupid kind.
I went to inform you my heart no longer beats for you.
I went from into you to over you in one night.
I found the strength to make through
your text messages,
and I found truth -
You left ex-damages.
I am so minimal
when im talking,
so I stopped - maybe that’s why my cough is healed.
You’re so theatrical,
always walking away, and you never understand when i say:
fking slay, slay, slay
Stop talking about my mom, we’re not alike,
and if you don’t respect me, I will fight.
not just for me, for all my girls,
since it is our right.
I am so fking sick of your stupid type.
I went to inform you my heart no longer beats for you.
I went from into you to over you in one night.
I found the strength to make through
your text messages,
and I found truth -
You left ex-damages.
And it almost seems like you’re waisting your time with me,
but all my dreams at night.. and I’m bad at not doing what I want.
Stop talking about my mom, we’re not alike,
and if you don’t respect me, I will fight.
not just for me, for all my girls,
since it is our right.
I am so fking sick of your stupid kind.
I went to inform you my heart no longer beats for you.
I went from into you to over you in one night.
I found the strength to make through
your text messages,
and I found truth -
You left ex-damages.
I went to inform you my heart no longer beats for you.
I went from into you to over you in one night.
I went to inform you my heart no longer beats for you.
I went from into you to over you in one night.
You can pack your stuff, I don’t wanna f♡k you.
Flat full of indigo, you have a fking stick in your ass.
Always on a snuff, that’s the only time I like you.
You wanna know, you wanna puff,
but always forget to pass
Written by: Luca Malina, Luca Pivetz
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