Verse 1] I wake up tasting cardboard air, blue light leaking from the chair, empty bottles on the floor, phone screen staring like a door. No new message, no missed call, just my shadow on the wall, every silence tastes the same – like empty screen and frozen frame. I try coffee, I try smoke, scroll a feed until it chokes, but without that extra hit everything turns grey as shit. [Pre-Chorus 1] I don’t need water, don’t need sleep, I need something bright and sweet, something cold that hits my tongue and tells my brain that I belong. [Chorus 1] La Gelatopamina, my dopamine in a paper cup, sugar flooding every neuron, slowly fucking my brain up. La Gelatopamina, one more scoop and I’ll be fine, till it melts and leaves me shaking in the queue for the next line. [Verse 2] First it’s gaming pistachio nights, late–night chocolate–porn delights, strawberry filters on my face, hazelnut highs in every place. Limoncello party shots, comment section cherry bombs, double caramel, triple spin, tap the screen and drown within. One scoop turns to two, to three, leave the tub, I’ll drink the sea, every hit that used to thrill barely moves me, need a stronger kill. [Pre-Chorus 2] All my hobbies taste like dust if they’re not spiked hard enough, so I chase a brighter crime just to feel alive this time. [Chorus 2] La Gelatopamina, paint my cortex neon bright, cover every empty evening, drown the static in my night. La Gelatopamina, I don’t care what’s real or right, just don’t leave me with this silence and a mind that eats itself alive. [Verse 3] So I’m mixing flavours blind, danger, chemicals and wine, tabs and powders, secret kinks, losing track of how this stinks. There’s a stranger in the glass, I don’t know this fading mask, hollow eyes and wired grin, something feral under skin. Tried to quit a thousand times, deleted apps, cut cards and lines, sat alone with shaking hands, watched the ceiling slowly bend. [Pre-Chorus 3] Without the noise I disappear, just a ghost inside the mirror, every second stretches thin – cold withdrawal under skin. [Bridge 1 – crash] I said, “No more, I am done,” pulled the plug on every tongue, but the silence hit me harder than the drugs had ever done. Empty fridge and steady pulse, no more colours, no more buzz, just a heavy, honest darkness whispering, “Who the fuck are you?” [Verse 4 – meeting] Somewhere in a comment thread, under memes and sideways laughs, I saw you joke about the same tired hunger in your head. You wrote, “I live on tiny hits, little screens and sugar tricks, if my phone dies, I die too,” and I thought, “Holy shit, that’s true.” We started talking just for fun, two burnt matches, same old sun, trading all our favourite sins, counting flavours, spin by spin [Pre-Chorus 4 – something different] But between the broken jokes and the lists of all our smokes, there was something warm and steady that no substance ever gave me. [Chorus 3] La Gelatopamina, I still shake and I still crave, but your voice cuts through the static like a light inside the cave. La Gelatopamina, you’re a hit I can’t explain, not a pixel, not a bottle, just your heartbeat in my veins. [Bridge 2 – we are the factory now] We’re still wired, overclocked, still half drowning in our stocks, but instead of chasing garbage we trade stories, scars and thoughts. You send memes instead of pills, I send songs instead of thrills, two anxious, shaking hearts, stitching up their broken parts. [Final Chorus] La Gelatopamina, we’re not cured and we’re not clean, if I’m built to crave one thing, let it be the warmth you bring. La Gelatopamina, you’re my favourite twisted treat, I was dying for a feeling, now I find it when we speak. La Gelatopamina, we’re a fucked–up factory of two, turning all this junk inside us into something almost true. [Outro – soft] I still wake to cardboard air, but there’s someone else out there, and this stupid glowing screen tastes a little less obscene. If I’m doomed to need a flavour just to make it through the day, let my last addiction ever be the way we melt the grey.
