Il testo della Whistle

Hey!
How are you? i'm fab
I'm a city hippie old manilli
With a nice tan
I'm a trendsetter
Followers are good weather
And if you think your shit don't stink
Then let it rain on your leather
See, i take pleasure
In uniting colors like bird feathers
Add voices to ideas, let's have a get-together
Conquer is a word i still don't like to hear
And a shipwreck is the price you pay when you can't steer
So stand clear if your thoughts are not
And if the ledge is what you fear then don't push your luck, fool
Yeah, you could be a little picky 'bout bugs
But random recipe says ''one love''

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Come again now
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da

Quick facts, i might react
When face to face with wasted taste in love, i act
Like the escape is this chase that gets your heartbeat racing
Doing my thing, gone with the wind, all in it for the win, got a few set of wings
I’m smooth like butter, flying ‘round your heart
Serial kisser on the hunt, bow, arrows and darts
As if my fate landed in my plate like in sweet dreams
Topping off my luck with a cherry and whipped cream
Sunday morning’s everyday my routine
Caffeine i really don’t need
‘cuz i’ve been hyper since i was thirteen
Amazed like i was seven and sage like seventy-one
There’s no age to write a new page
Here’s my stage, hasn’t even begun

I ain't picky
I like options
Music to political opinions
Have you got one?

Na,na,na,na,na,na,na
Come again now
Da,da,da,da,da,da,da