Hey brother, I'm Simone, I was with Stab
Listen, I've finished writing those lyrics and songs you asked for
Let me know when, I don't know, the usual transfer starts
I left the choruses the ones you heard
They're simpler, so you can sing them
Alright? let me know if they're good for you or if I need to make things simpler
Thanks

I walk lightly, you walk under a sky split in two
You were looking for her but they split you in two at the door, Christ
Every wound heals
But imagine that what you've seen can't be erased
I have a folder for each of my problems
Outside the cell of those who pray to God
It's not my problem
You wanted an arm but you get the finger
Let it go, let it be, like the Beatles
You think of me
You think of how many sheets I've killed
As if you see two twins and think of a threesome
If I think of you on this beat I've mocked you
If I think of your brain I think of a grain of rice
My generation goes to the sea
My generation handheld
And while everything goes wrong
Someone is trying to love

I've killed a thousand sheets
One day they'll come back to take revenge on me
That day I'll pay the bill
What I've done I've done because
I was digging at the bottom
I repeat that in the end
I've killed a thousand sheets
One day they'll come back to take revenge on me
That day I'll pay the bill
What I've done I've done because
I did it for me
I did it for me

I've killed a thousand sheets, each for a reason
I remember as a kid, looking out the window
I imitated artists in front of the mirror to look cool
I paid for my records with the sweat of a warehouse
Then when you grow up, you notice the flaws
You thought it was love, instead they were bitches
You understand that not everything that glitters is gold
From Lucci's Punto ah, around my city
I've been kicked in the face for my words
But this shit pierces the chest without having guns
Without love for those who shoot at zero
Without you, without a stereo you die under the spotlights
It's the coma of the listeners
You think of me, you think of the sheets I've killed
Money won't be enough for the records I've cut
It's not enough that you try if they name me
Forever yours yeah, still phenomenon wo

I've always hated the damn greetings
It weighs more than when I apologize
I've never been good at closing
We won't survive the songs
Because the songs remain forever
It's my people, it's my notebook
It's getting late and I have to go
1, 2

I've killed a thousand sheets
One day they'll come back to take revenge on me
That day I'll pay the bill
What I've done I've done because
I was digging at the bottom
I repeat that in the end
I've killed a thousand sheets
One day they'll come back to take revenge on me
That day I'll pay the bill
What I've done I've done because
I did it for me
I did it for me

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