You're left out of the fuck
You're horny by association, it's a lie that it's with her
I'm not one of the guys, and I don't want to be
I'm not from the family, neither it's what I want
Left out of the fuck, I deserved
Left out of the fuck, my anti-pleasure
Left out of the fuck, only came for you

You're inside fashion
Lazy of the streets, fear of the bedroom
Someone dreamed about me, sent me a text
I dreamed about people, took it to analysis
Insidе of the fashion, we actually cried
Insidе of the fashion, it's was such a caricature
Inside of the fashion, cheap bikini

— Did you call me?
— No
— Then who did?
— I don't know
— It's cool, then
— Not so much
— So silly

What a mistake I've done
I caught an air of lucidity
When the sun remade me
I left
What a sad scene I saw
I was the failure of the season
Nobody lend me a hand
And I was right there in the front
It’s so hard to find the right people to fuck
It’s so hard to find the right people to fuck
Threesome is hard, an orgy is harder
Threesome is hard, a bacchanal is harder