Pensare Troppo Mi Fa Male is a late-night confession set to a pulsing pop-rap beat. Federica Abbate wakes up beside her own “skeletons”, stares at a tired room and drowns intrusive thoughts in one drink too many, all because silence keeps dragging her mind back to the person she has lost. Every line paints the claustrophobia of overthinking: air that feels heavy, mirrors that refuse comfort, and memories that replay on loop the moment the music stops.
Marracash jumps in with sharp humor and pop-culture quips, comparing his emotional crash to being hit by the entire national railway and calling broken promises “worthless like bitcoin”. Together they admit that the real hangover is not from alcohol but from thoughts that will not quit. The hook says it all: “Pensare troppo mi fa male” – overthinking hurts me. It is a song for anyone who has tried to switch off their brain, failed spectacularly, and found a bittersweet beat to dance through the wreckage.