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(Something about, something about you) If my life was fiction I'd finally make best friends with my addictions I get things done, and I blame it on my condition I'd build a world not filled with contradictions And build it up so high I think I wanna twist the plot this time I wanna go to Italy Find my Maradona energy I spend life to a fantasy Like no one's home so I play God I'm fighting out my enemies There ain't no room for activities, oh I'm building up my mind I think I wanna twist the plot this time (Pop, bitch, the dogs run from the—) (Pop, bitch, skrrt, skrrt that) (Pop, bitch, the dogs run from the—) No one's home so I play God (Pop, pop, bitch, the dogs run from the—) (Pop, bitch, skrrt, skrrt that) (Pop, bitch, the dogs run from the—) (Pop bitch, skrrt, skrrt that) Letras de canciones I had an epiphany I'm not gonna fill it all the way this time Better than telepathy I'll show them what's inside my mind I wanna go to Italy Find my Maradona energy, oh I'm building up my mind I think I wanna twist the plot this time (Pop, pop, bitch, the dogs run from the—) (Pop, bitch, skrrt, skrrt that) (Pop, bitch, the dogs run from the—) No one's home so I play God (Pop, pop, bitch, the dogs run from the—) (Pop, bitch, skrrt, skrrt that) (Pop, bitch, the dogs run from the—) Without you Without you, no one's home so I play God If my life was fiction If my life was fiction Like no one's home so I play God Without you Without you There's no getting over you When I see you without your tongue tied, yeah What if everything is new? I could disappear from my whole life But now, I cannot leave my room I'm too busy tryna' waste my time 'Cause there's no getting over you There's no getting over you There's no getting over you From Letras Mania