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I release this track back on february but forgot to add it here lol! Enjoy guys! 

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🍕 “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — the unofficial Italian summer anthem nobody asked for… but everybody needs. 🇮🇹🚗☀️

Imagine this: a tiny German car, endless winding coastal roads, the smell of fresh lasagna in the summer air… and zero parking. Every single sign screams “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — and our poor heroine? She just wants pizza, mamma mia! 🍝

This French House groove blends soulful male vocals (with a gloriously strong Italian accent), filtered disco synths, deep sidechained basslines, and sun-kissed beats into the ultimate late-afternoon soundtrack. It's smooth, it’s groovy, and it comes with a hint of tiramisu-fueled desperation.

If you’ve ever been hangry on holiday, trapped between Aperol dreams and parking nightmares, this one’s for you. Close your eyes, turn up the volume, and drive straight into Mediterranean chaos.

Warning: This track may cause
🍕 Sudden pizza cravings
🥂 Aperol spritz nostalgia
🚗 Spontaneous shouts of “SOLO PER CLIENTI!”

Perfect for:
🌴 Golden-hour beach drives
🍹 Late-summer balcony parties
🎧 Dancing barefoot with pasta in hand
🇮🇹 Pretending you’re Italian even if you’re not

Lyrics:

She drives a tiny car from Germany,
Through winding roads to the deep blue sea,
Dolce vita dreams, sunglasses on,
But her stomach's empty, mamma mia, she’s done!

Every little street, every little sign,
Says “solo per clienti” — babe, she’s losin’ time!
Pizza in her mind, but no place to stay,
O sole mio, take my hunger away!

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Pizza, pasta… where’s the entry?
Solo per clienti!
My amore, it’s so tormenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… help me, senti! 

She sees a little trattoria by the square,
Smells the fresh lasagna in the summer air,
She parks the car, but a man starts to scream:
“Signorinaaa! This is not what it seems!”

"Bellissima, capisci, non si può…
This parking here — non per te!"
And she sighs, “Okay, okay…
I just want pizza… por favoreee!”

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Tiramisu is my tormenti!
Solo per clienti!
Maccheroni… sentimenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… hungry belly! 

Drive, drive, drive…
Past the beach and wine,
One day, somehow…
She’ll find that sign:
“Benvenuti… clienti tutti!”

Solo Per Clienti (French House Version)

📈✨ Welcome to the glamorous world of spreadsheets, saxophones, and soul-crushing variance. This is “Percentage Player” — the only chillwave track where math feels sexy, breakeven sounds romantic, and a background singer could make you fall in love with probability theory.

Imagine a late-night office where the fluorescent lights hum like a bad omen, your coffee tastes like defeat, and your Excel sheet whispers “just one more bet.” Suddenly — SAXOPHONE SOLO. Then she sings behind you, velvet voice, hot enough to melt your calculator.

This isn’t gambling, oh no. This is art. This is science. This is you, half asleep, chasing a 1.80 dream while pretending you’re the protagonist in a neon-lit noir film.

So lean back, close your eyes, and let this track prove that even melancholy dressed as a game can groove harder than Vegas at midnight. 🎷💔💻

Lyrics:

Numbers flicker on my screen,
Shadows fall in-between.
Chasing margins, thin and sly,
One percent can multiply.
Cold statistics, sleepless nights,
Living only under lights.
No roulette, no fantasy,
Just pure math surrounding me.

Percentage player, here I go —
Looking for profit down below.
1.80 odds, a fragile percent,
The dream of breakeven is my present.
In data I sink, in silence I drown,
If patterns fail, you’ll see me frown.
Percentage player, that’s my name —
Melancholy dressed as a game. 

Every wager feels the same,
Truth and numbers, ghostly frame.
Charts and graphs, a fragile fate,
Variance waits at the gate.
I don’t gamble, I endure,
Equations whisper I’ll be sure.
One more stake, the line is thin,
Breakeven’s where the nights begin.

Percentage player, here I go —
Looking for profit down below.
1.80 odds, a fragile percent,
The dream of breakeven is my present.
In data I sink, in silence I drown,
If patterns fail, you’ll see me frown.
Percentage player, that’s my name —
Melancholy dressed as a game. 

Margins narrow, silence drawn,
The daylight fades, the screen stays on.
I don’t pray, I calculate,
Every loss becomes my weight.
Chasing ghosts of yesterday,
Still I whisper on the way:

Percentage player, here I go —
Looking for profit down below.
1.80 odds, a fragile percent,
The dream of breakeven is my present…

Percentage Player

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

Percentage Player

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