| It's coming
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| Here comes uncle
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| It's coming
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| Kiss the hand until you can ta-ta-cut it
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| it's a double game on the street, keep an eye on the street, we on the houses
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| we arrive a month before the municipality to occupy
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| with gas bottle and light attached to the stairs.
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| Arrive even if you don't want to, go under the doors,
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| like eviction when they knock and no one answers.
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| Writer's block without writer's block,
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| paying to fuck is against my religion.
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| I struggle to stay afloat, I want to go where you touch,
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| this is the saint, I want to go where you touch,
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| the real rock baptized with dirty water,
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| Italy is on its knees, who knows who does a blowjob ?!
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| Raw music breaks the market like Frank Lucas,
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| between you and me, baby, there are only 3 Cuba,
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| arrives at dawn like the police station and when it knocks
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| let's see if you're fucking spring or fucking hard.
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| Kiss the hand until you can cut it
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| and don't worry, don't worry uncle.
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| Comes comes what must come
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| don't worry, don't worry bro.
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| You read it in the looks: popular,
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| is the word without moving the lip.
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| I carried the name of the street in the areas
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| now it is the street that bears my name.
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| You play indoors,
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| I don't play at home, in the plaza it was "who I use"
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| now they are the rides for all the times they have been taken from me.
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| Besides, fate is a room without doors
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| only those who break down the walls come out of them.
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| Your father corrected your mistakes
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| now you are the one who corrects your children.
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| Two rags on the luxury between the glass,
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| now you see me dressing suits.
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| And no uncle, it's not Sanremo
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| here comes whoever has to finish first.
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| All the infamy, the wrongs and the bills to pay
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| don't worry, don't worry uncle.
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| Comes comes what must come
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| don't worry, don't worry bro.
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| Hey uncle, if you are in the world you know it will come,
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| like the increase in nicotine cylinders,
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| and the Pakistani at the petrol pump,
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| and the new Vanzina Christmas movie.
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| Oh, if you talk too much it comes it comes,
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| uncle play it at Lotto is a five.
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| Brother learns who's in charge in Milan
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| don't be Indian, twice like Calissano.
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| All cocks in the private room, but they are series B like a Michael Paré film,
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| you don't go to Hit Parade and it comes,
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| you are not a star uncle you lack balls, you are a diva.
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| You have the necklace with the emblem, yes,
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| then you see mine which is as big as the swing chain.
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| You are not a Dogo, and here comes,
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| it is better to add olive oil.
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| All the infamy, the wrongs and the bills to pay
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| don't worry, don't worry uncle.
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| Comes comes what must come
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| don't worry, don't worry bro.
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| And if it turns out better, let's do an encore too
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| if it goes wrong it does the same to us that's okay.
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| Don't worry because Marra is the Rais
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| Don't worry because Marra is the Rais (x 2)
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| All the infamy, the wrongs and the bills to pay
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| don't worry, don't worry uncle.
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| Comes comes what must come
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| don't worry, don't worry bro. |