S.M.Y.T.

My fault, my fault
My fault it ain't soy soy soy
It's clear that you need to stand out
Got to reach your joy joy joy
I come from a living place
I'm not living in that way
No one ever will report any of my
Fail fail fail, fail fail fail failures
I long for the lone cowboy
Waiting for his man man man
Hanged down for the lust for bubbles
Rubbing off his sins sins sins
And all about that living place
I'm not sitting in that way
Step out from the screaming crowd
Keep on play my game

Show me your teeth girl
Crack your mouth down
Show me your hints girl
Spit it all out

Don't mind my lack of polite words
They don't mean a thing thing thing
Instead of using double-edge tools
Guess I'll shut my grin grin grin
Activities by activism
Radicate your hate (some way!)
See the enemy all around you
Everyone's a threat

Play for that, girl
Show me your teeth, girl (play!)
Show me your teeth, world



Credits
Writer(s): Francesco Roda, Francesco Tramuto, Riccardo Affatigato, Thomas Anderson
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