Yeah, now it's just you and me, Kiwi, yeah

It's Saturday, I don't have a party, I'm stuck in the studio
I try to do things, but I just keep failing
I hear the angel on the left
There's a bad connection in the big jack, when there's too much I crack
I feel like a rapper who does much more than rap
Sometimes, I feel like I'm here
Just because I'm too lucky
Maybe I'm lying to myself
Or maybe I'll end up like Bojack, fuck that

I meet a kiwi who has been listening to me since the KiwiBunnyTape
He tells me he was going to end it all
Thanks to the songs I made in my room
He gave up the idea of giving up
It's crazy how hurting yourself can feel good at some point
He thanks me, I thank him, then he asks me if I'm okay
If I can make a living from it, what irony, yeah

There are good days and bad days
Yet, it's always the same thing I feel
Thanks for the pills, doc, thanks for the pills, bro, I hope to be happy without them
Having trouble living in the present moment
The last time I hugged my dad, I was thinking about something else
It's been two years since he, it's been three years since he left
I still feel his presence everywhere

I blame myself for forgetting to think about it, really
Even though I didn't really see him for thirteen years
Between him and my mom, there are different versions
But it's the first time I don't care who is telling the truth
Sometimes, I feel bad when I feel nothing
Sometimes, it becomes too complicated to hold back tears
In the hospital elevator with my cousin
In the five when I come back home
By the way, I wonder why I hold back all these tears

I didn't think it was real
I won't forget December 10th like it's Christmas
You left me promises, inspiration for my poems
And tons of questions I could ask you
My fingers are frozen, I have trouble typing on my phone
But I have Margiela gloves
If you think of me, don't be embarrassed
He left not knowing that I loved him

There are good days and bad days
Yet, it's always the same thing I feel
I don't know what drives me to tell you everything
Just so we know we are alike
On the verge of switching, on the verge of quitting
Luckily there's Sydney, luckily I don't smoke weed anymore
I've been through some not-so-great stuff
I should be living the life I dream of, but I don't forget the girl I love

Sitting in the dark, I do everything not to get bored
I'm too scared to think about her or worse, to think about myself
I have trouble being happy when everything is fine
Imagine when everything goes wrong
I try to change for her, but I don't know who I am
I try to change for her, but I don't know who I am
I repeat it so you understand how it goes
I'm not the kind of guy who can sleep with any chick

Because I can't get it up
It's stronger than me, G, naked with a girl
Explaining to her that it's always the same
I'm probably already screwing up my life right now
I went to Naples to get her out of my head
But not thinking about her just makes me think about myself
I don't feel like I'm really living this life
Tell me how to fill this void now that she's gone
Yeah, now it's just you and me, Kiwi, yeah

Ten years I've been trying hard to enjoy a little
Sometimes, I forget that it's the journey that makes you happy
In the end, no one is special
I'm ordinary, I thought I was, but what a fool
Now, I'm just broke with half-finished dreams
All crushed like a crepe on a Lamborghini
Or on a Jukebox
Another song that won't change much
Alone in front of my computer, my head and my screen heating up

A friend tells me about the death of a friend
But I have to go on stage
I'll cry after selling a few t-shirts
At that moment, I'd like to be underground
I'm not Superman, it hurts me a lot
Han, yeah
Now it's just you and me, Kiwi, han

There are good days and bad days
Why is it always the same thing I feel?
I regret my past life so much
The one where I could dream of my current life
I had to shorten my text, but honestly, I have too many things on my mind
It's not a tape, it's my first album
The real flow of demos, I record demo after demo
I feel good, yeah, I mistreat myself
No need for you to worry
That's just how I live, until I'm buried
Feeling like I'm spinning like the earth, or like my head
After two, three cups, I feel bad, I was far away up close
After two, three verses, I feel empty like my pockets
It will never be perfect as I want it
Light the candle so I can change my wish

Right now, I'm sentimental
I don't even recognize myself anymore
I love her so much that I feel like I don't love myself anymore
Not the same pains, not the same bruises
But I'll always cry if my mom cries, yeah

Now it's just you and me
Now it's just you and me
There are good days and bad days
Yet, it's always the same thing I feel

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