Stupid, stupid
You know nothing, nothing at all
Stupid, stupid
You will never get it

Have you heard that someone said that someone said
That they know a fact that happened to a third bed in a comment
And you want to have your say, have your say, what a mess
That the facts of the pot are only known by the spoon
At the risk of seeming stupid you report it immediately
And even an acquaintance becomes a great audience
And whatever the subject you speak, what does it matter?
It's so fantasy, omniscience, it's not even a subject at Hogwarts
Who talks about others but little about himself
When he will be with others he will talk about me
I don't need to ask you, "Are you the one in question?"
It seems you bought the entertainer's kit
So, when needed
Tell with what method you know a rapper has turned
If he becomes an influencer
He adds a funny anecdote to his past
As if this could overshadow his present
Spare us the controversy, the priest's sermon on Sunday
The analysis on the pandemic crisis
The one who still sniffs, the one who still smokes
The one who has the girl who has another with whom she consumes
You can see she's not happy
In the movie of life you are the voice that comments
Bullshit aside, tell me what remains
Facts artfully seasoned with every unwanted opinion of yours

Stupid (like this), stupid (deeply)
You know nothing, nothing at all
Stupid (we are like this), stupid (always like this)
You will never get it

Commenting on the car, the money, the woman and the nice clothes
Has turned the rap of your idols into Sex and the City
And you complain, but you have fetishes
It's clear, it's not stupid who feeds on gossip
The finance guru who teaches how to invest
Here, if he knew he wouldn't come and tell you
Be sure, the real rich mind their own business
And those who talk about money and those who generally want yours
Today the musician has a monologue on the CD
Tomorrow virologist, economist or CT
How much do you talk? The golden chatterbox award
And the praise, the presumption of knowing more than them
Leave the door open for the draft of the day
Better to lie first than to tell the truth second
Your business like that program on TV
If they're not then what the hell do you want to know?
Oh, yes, judging others makes judges greedy
And the judged fearful lambs
And in these social storms there is always some malice
From those who only want to participate in the news
Freedom, freedom of speech, seems a duty
As if the possibility of silence was not contemplated
Eco said, "We were stupid even before
But at least we didn't scream in the media's megaphone"

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