| My girlfriend has passed the checks
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| 70K in cash and nothing
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| Whoever is most dear to me had the checks
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| And the metastasis is always present (Always)
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| People here don't know who's lying (Nah)
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| You feel better and more true than the others (bro)
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| Street rapper, but which road
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| We bet you get slapped
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| And don't kill us (Never)
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| Because we are vampires and you are not Buffy (Nah)
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| You're paranoid, you're paraculo
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| You talk about respect but I know how much banfi (Bla, bla, bla)
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| Ask the fans for alms
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| Feigned modest in the text and in all your states
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| But you are the opposite of what you appear to be
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| For success, you would also go out (Ah-ah)
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| Failed Italian, like he falls for it and drinks a liter (Ah-ah)
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| And here it also passes for intellectual
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| Someone who has never read a book
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| I always said what I like
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| I die trying to get rich (Seh-seh-seh)
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| Your music is as good as disgusting
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| Too very normal people
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| It's black, you can't change this sky
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| Let's drink another Pampero
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| While we wait for the thaw, o-oh
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| Here everyone is worth zero
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| Where no one is sincere
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| Do everything for the money
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| I want to stay true, true
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| Who sees the darkest night with me
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| He will also see the clearest dawn (Clear)
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| Those who remain true by seeking peace
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| He is preparing for war
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| She goes to India to do yoga
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| But he has a house in via della Spiga
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| You pretend you sell drugs
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| Italian rap, away from bad luck (Fake)
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| I don't not even tell you who I know (But go)
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| Where do I end up, that I can't even
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| Say it on a disc
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| Yes, when you don't know what to say anymore
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| You start with lies
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| And the less you count, the more you do the accounts in my pocket
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| My parents drive a Panda
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| Rappo to clear his debts at the bank
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| I love them so much that my heart leaps
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| Everything here is fake (Everything)
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| The smiles, the hair, the face and the orgasm (Seh)
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| And you are fake on Insta, all Photoshop
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| You are not the boss, it's all a show
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| It's true, I didn't lie to you
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| I thought I loved you after one night
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| I was really convinced
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| And everything seemed real from how much it was fake
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| It's black, you can't change this sky
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| Let's drink another Pampero
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| While we wait for the thaw, o-oh
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| Here everyone is worth zero
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| Where no one is sincere
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| Do everything for the money
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| I want to stay true, true
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| People are evil
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| I was a one-eyed child, no one understood
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| Now I'm a myth, Cagiva
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| I smoke them all, sativa
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| And I don't lick my feet
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| I'm staying among the true, flow Camilleri
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| I rap so I don't sing it
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| A mixture between Vasco in the time of disarray and Dandi in novel
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| These real jewels
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| And this real girl, black soul
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| The most copied flow in Italy since the late 1990s, but still reigning
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| All this real hate
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| It kills love because it is more sincere
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| And you are truer, better, stronger
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| Good, please come forward |