vorrei tornare nel 2014 se è ok

sono già un verme e tu mi screditeresti comunque..

tu mi hai amato
ma non ci faccio niente 
se mi lasci ora
resti sempre un conoscente
pensi che conosco ogni singolo segreto 
odio se mi parli quando aspetti il tuo treno
odio se mi spingi giu dal treno
(mi ha spinto)
odio se mi infliggi col veleno 
(ti ha avvelenato)
odio se mi guardi col coltello
(ti ha accoltellato)
odio quando mi guardi così 
odio odio quando mi guardi così 
passerei con te ogni lunedi 
sei diversa o forse sei uguale
non capisci una persona dalle scarpe

forse sono io quello pazzo

lyrics (idk who made the beat)
why this nigga think he tuff but he really just a bitch nigga thought he was cursed it was just my switch
yall bitches on my meat why yall on me yall nigga mad yall cant make music yall nigga stink
since yall think yall smart when i spin make sure hit you in your head i dont really give a fuck i make sure to put yall to bed
but im knocking on your door im to close to your house you cant get no sleep bitch what you think this all about
all yall niggas nobody half yall niggas really scared yall niggas want no beef i put you down them stairs
get the wolf on that nigga he really try to play  ian give fuck half you niggas really gay
niggas wanna ride the meat so they cant touch the wave niggaas really really mad cause im on some jerk shit
i think is funny cause yall make no good music to my ears this dummy
bitch i set you up take you to the trap i just need your gold i dont care about that

your a loser 🫵🏼🤣

feeling like i am the worst human being
i feel like i am the worst
i cannot love
i cannot stop
i cannot cope
i cry an awful lot
i cannot love
i cannot stop
i cannot cope
i cry an awful lot

im the worst human being

x 1 altro po'..

nn sempre ..

like n adderall -,-

Burnley rain. October grey.
Billy Hamilton stares at his cold chips, steam on the café glass, thinking:
"Thursday, 1 July 1982… Madrid… sunny, sweaty, glorious." 🌞

He scored five goals for Northern Ireland his entire career — FIVE —
but two of them came in one mad afternoon against Austria.
Two goals so big, he’s basically been living inside them ever since.

This song?
It’s not just music.
It’s a jangle-pop time machine with post-punk legs,
taking you straight back to that day when Belfast roared,
Austria fell, and Billy’s socks smelled like destiny.

🎸 Expect:
• Jangle guitars looping like Billy’s goal replays 🎶
• Post-punk basslines sweating under the Madrid sun 🥁
• A chorus louder than 10,000 Belfast fans with sunburns yelling:

“NORTHERN IRELAND! NORTHERN IRELAND!”

And yes, Billy had plans:
Not an Irish pub.
A Northern Irish pub.
In Vienna. Or Graz. With Belfast stout on tap,
where every jukebox is stuck on track one: “Billy Hamilton 2 – Austria 2 (in his dreams)”. 🍺

Press play.
Feel the heat.
Taste the stout.
And join Billy whispering to an empty room:
"Austria… I’ll be back for you…”

Lyrics:

Burnley rain, October grey,
Billy’s chips are cold on the tray,
Steam on the glass, the paper’s thin,
Spain ‘82 keeps pulling him in.

Madrid heat, the crowd, the noise,
Two little goals for the Belfast boys,
Only five in green his whole career,
But these two shine, sharp and clear.

Every night, the same old frame,
A Spanish pitch, the Irish name,
Austria falling, the dream alive,
For ninety minutes — Belfast survived…

Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Billy runs wild in the burning sun,
Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Two goals in Madrid… and we were the lucky ones!

Five little goals in a lifetime long,
But two still sing like an old terrace song,
He sees the bar, the polished wood,
A Northern Irish pub where the pints taste good.

Not Dublin whiskey, not London gin,
Belfast stout where the dreams begin,
Maybe Vienna, maybe Graz,
Billy laughs, tips his glass.

The lights fade, but the crowd’s still loud,
A thousand faces, a sea of proud,
Billy whispers to the empty room:
“Austria, I’ll be back for you…”

Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Billy runs wild in the burning sun,
Northern Ireland! — Northern Ireland! 
Two goals in Madrid… and we were the lucky ones!

Oh-oh-oh…
Billy boy, Billy boy,
Two goals to build a life on!