| I enter the pub and greet the bartender
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| It's not your club on our list
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| You have ungrammatical frà prejudiced friars judged but by an analyst
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| The drama of the raghi are not the Cristals nor taking artist photos for Insta
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| But let a friend give up drinking and resist so that someone will assist
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| My eyesight is getting worse
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| After half an hour, someone gets on the track
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| Do not get upset if it does not concern you until there is a weapon enjoy the fight
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| I'm not capable of lying I don't drink Moët
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| But ACE Gentile and I wonder how it is
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| I still don't lose my bile and secrete a barrel of AOE vomit
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| Howling at the full moon lying on my back
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| Bro while dinner enters the scene again
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| And my staging is obscene
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| To pretend to be lucid since I barely walk
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| I don't remember the kebab time
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| Anyway I will see the recap from my bastard friends who send photos of me and me
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| sdrogo in the WhatsApp group
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| I neurasthenic and edenic a moment later
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| I dedicate little
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| Between the hypothetical day I die
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| This is gasoline and now I set myself on fire
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| I'm going to piss `` do cojo cojo ''
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| It seems endless this corridor
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| And with the elegant hulled convoy
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| Among the latest sketch on Nike and pride
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| Campari gin starts at 6pm
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| At 9 pm I am already on Mars I draw two cards, add two coins and make one
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| all in
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| My friends stay there
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| I walk away with a drink in my hand, I just don't know whose
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| A 'drin' comes out of my pocket but I miss the pin three times
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| I'm not understanding shit
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| I get up but I'm falling again
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| This party is dead let's go downtown
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| Do not trust when you hear `` frà tranquil areggo ''
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| I'm not understanding shit
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| I get up but I'm falling again
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| This party is dead let's go downtown
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| Do not trust when you hear `` frà tranquil areggo ''
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| If she says '' I'll drink tonight '' she's a comedian
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| Not even Leonidas really enters
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| Half an hour later she is in the bathroom vomiting
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| All the blueberry of his Cosmopolitan
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| I make the history of the parties I hang out with
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| You get up with heartburn
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| I chew and speak at first, then whimpering and blanching
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| Out of service and on the astric
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| I ... now close to oxidation
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| While Cosimo has oxycodone
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| I make big gagging
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| And I swear I will no longer be in this situation
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| But I lie to myself I become annoying
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| And I don't get out of the condition
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| In which I pretend that I can get up
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| And I paint a fresco of sbratto (brown)
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| I collected shit figures with girls and friends of friends
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| I am subsidized by a friar who makes unhappy outings to tow
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| '' Did you get hurt when you fell from the star sky? ''
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| `` I bet you will die soon God wants you back from how beautiful you are ''
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| All day with four infamous
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| Horned pimp brigands and lackeys
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| Luckily I have the friars we were born with
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| And I know they will die with me
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| Although I have to say one is cooked and it is stretched out
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| The mandrill tries and has not yet given up
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| The sportiest is there because God knows what the fuck he'll ever get
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| I return to base with an indecisive step
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| At the stage if I vomit I don't even notice
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| And in the face the asphalt with which I collided
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| I have the strength but to go home precisely
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| I lay on my floor because it looks cool… ahhh
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| I wake up 18 hours later thinking but what am I doing!
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| I'm not understanding shit
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| I get up but I'm falling again
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| This party is dead let's go downtown
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| Do not trust when you hear `` frà tranquil areggo ''
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| I'm not understanding shit
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| I get up but I'm falling again
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| This party is dead let's go downtown
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| Do not trust when you hear `` frà tranquil areggo '' |