| The alarm rings, and, between ', wakes me up
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| From the dream of a beautiful woman to support me
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| Half past seven, I'm already late
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| I get dressed on the fly, breakfast with Marlboro
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| Milan is gray, it looks like a freezer to me
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| On a moped, without a diesel one
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| At the warehouse where I work
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| For eight hours, sometimes nine
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| I stamp the card, then I go to the tape
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| Shooting on each cellophane package
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| Then I stack it on top of a pallet
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| The invoice on the side and I'm waiting for another one
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| Every now and then pause, two bullshit
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| Coffee scrauso, we leave
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| At six detachment, we go home
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| And then I eat tired and go straight to bed
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| And I dream of cash
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| Uncle, it's hard to make it rain, rain cash!
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| How hard it is to make it rain cash!
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| At noon the sun filters through
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| I heat a pizza, uncork a beer
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| My cell rings and it is already banging
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| The guy is down here and down with the stretcher
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| Beautiful, beautiful, huh huh
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| I take up the cash and then I say beautiful
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| Beautiful, beautiful, huh huh
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| I give a stroke of the crank
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| And I start the engine, I go to the guy
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| I bring him what we have agreed
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| And I pass in the square and Vito block
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| And I'll take what we agreed
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| But, between ', it is in the evening that I am delirious
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| What a good job and that I resume the tour
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| But there is always a problem, I am in disgust
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| Look at that fool who makes money on video and I think
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| Uncle, it's hard to make it rain, rain cash!
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| How hard it is to make it rain cash!
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| It's like a jungle, every now and then I wonder how we get by
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| I wake up fresh, hotel room
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| And I kick the groupie out, throw the cash on the bed
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| So he takes the taxi, I pack
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| That I have another concert in twenty minutes
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| There I hear the applause, I get off the stage
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| Backstage I embrace the whole pack
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| They are the herds and I the Rio Grande
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| They quench their thirst like on the Discovery Channel
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| To make them feel good, I occupy the private room
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| I order Moët, sordid strip club
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| And to make me feel good I take a miss
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| I leave the team there, I pay for the suite
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| But then in the dark they learn me
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| I am no longer sleepy, no I no longer have a penny
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| And the CD doesn't sell as expected
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| The rain dance comes back to me
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| And makes…
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| Uncle, it's hard to make it rain, rain cash!
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| How hard it is to make it rain cash! |