Okay, okay, okay
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A thousand kisses to my mom
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A hundred kicks to these infamous
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I have a lethal weapon, these things I can change
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It's 4 in the morning, it's cold in Milan
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That there are, like, a hundred thousand people
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But around me I feel like in the desert
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And I have one siga left ... what a bad luck, a voice in my head
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He says "stica" between does not speak, gesticulates
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Who warns me if they stare at us
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I stare into the void I think who knows after the earth
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I leave, I make a thousand trips in my head
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Maybe I drank fuck I drove
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Smokin 'dope thinking about the state (shit!)
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Don't think about me
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Baby I don't think about you
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With the Gg in the back
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I think what sense there is
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Look me in the eyes, there is the light before only the shadow
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I want, a hundred thousand next to me, inside the fucking grave
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It is already December, and the cold enters
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So fuck the frost, God if you exist then shit me
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Prove that you are really there
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You don't love me, you behave
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As if you were a famous star
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I smoked another one, on top of the money
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As if you give a damn
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Message does not pass here the hours pass
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Inside my head I compose that art
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My friar who leaves if you touch a friend
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And if you do me wrong, the story is over
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I'm crazy for money, crazy in my head too
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Life she likes me she doesn't like me
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From the buildings to those clubs, she counts the worst of me
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Everyone likes her, you know they give a shit because ...
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Don't think about me
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Baby I don't think about you
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With the Gg in the back
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I think what sense there is
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Look me in the eyes, there is the light before only the shadow
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I want, a hundred thousand next to me, inside the fucking grave
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Out ... I broke her bones
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Up for grabs is big
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These people take it upon themselves
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I only have 10 friends, who are like brothers
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Mom 100 jewels
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They will shine in the most beautiful skies |