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[Intro]
A drink full of aspartame, I was terribly thirsty
With you, it feels like in paradise, it is like it was meant to be
*Laughs* I don't know what it was supposed to be
That’s some fucking overstatement

[Bridge: Mata]
Lalalalalala
I make sweet popcorn in microwave
My joints are teasing loneliness, come, come
Before they turn off my TV, since
I've got a couch and a blanket, you can sit on them

[Verse 1: Quebonafide]
I'll play you Lana, Coldplay, jazz, whatever you want
Spider fell into its own web, ey, yo, I must have you
You drink Aperol, I drink whisky
No games unless poker or Dixit
Aniseed gels and banana chips
Joints spinning like a frisbee

[Chorus: Mata]
A color-free drink, full of aspartame
A little melancholy, but no more regrets
I’m high with her
I'm high
A calorie-free drink, full of aspartame
Moments without repeats, the referee does not dictate the VAR
We have red eyes like the streets of Amsterdam
I'm high
[Verse 2: Quebonafide]
Drug as soft as a sofa
I've got red eyes, because you've gotta look me in the eye
And that love is rather blind like me
Stay for a while
Netflix and chill, HBO and bone, or seriously film
If you want it can even be Fox or BBC
Please say, a few sweet words, a few sweet moments
Everything here, except your lips, will be sugar free
We fit together like I don't know girl, peanut butterjelly
Like home and vacation, pizza and pineapple or those salted pistachios in Nutella
Again for dinner, we're eating on the sofa the same cereal as yesterday
I'm sorry I can’t into nice melodical tunes, I locked you in chest

[Chorus: Mata]
A calorie-free drink, full of aspartame
A little melancholy, but no more regrets
I’m high with her
I'm high
A calorie-free drink, full of aspartame
Moments without repeats, the judge does not dictate the VAR
We have red eyes like the streets of Amsterdam
I’m high