One to protect my loved ones
One to cover my ass from the infamous
One to lick them like dogs
One to fuck her and then kick her out tomorrow
One to screw you over and then rub my hands

Lies, lies, lies, lies, tell me
Lies, lies, lies, lies, tell me
Lies, lies, lies, lies, tell me
Lies, lies, lies, lies
I tell one and then maybe I convince myself
I think hard and then tomorrow it's not fake anymore
I tell one to my buddies, to my buddies
Without too many details, details
Without too many details, I have a maze
In my head, two tracks: real and fake
Sometimes I don't want to know which one is right
Because if I think about what is true, you know, I feel disgust
(Again, again, again)

I tell one to fuck a soubrette
It's B series, but I'll tell you starlet
They are white, they don't do anything in the end
I inflate reality a bit like GMOs
I tell girls stories on tapes
I don't answer the phone, it doesn't get reception
Yes, I get a bit carried away in the squares
Like I sniff them out like a setter
Some tell them to be bad
"I fucked her for four hours straight"
If you say it in your head we all smile
Because we know you were elected to do the voice
I tell one a bit like a candidacy
Even if on the web it makes a caricature
I've been saying it since 2016 that it's scary
We all run towards the bait, deep sea fishing
And the professors will tell you: "You are all the same"
That in work passion wins, no sharks
That they are rich and generous, not stingy
And the TV will tell you yes, that you are worth it
The rapper colleagues are good at telling them
They have stuffed you with bullshit like an omelette
They pull you out if you find yourself in a tight spot
It's not smart who tells them, but who omits
(Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me)

Lies, lies, lies, lies, tell me
Lies, lies, lies, lies, tell me
Lies, lies, lies, lies, tell me
Lies, lies, lies, lies
I tell one and then maybe I convince myself
I think hard and then tomorrow it's not fake anymore
I tell one to my buddies, to my buddies
Without too many details, details

We are engineers of this stuff, like an architect
A bit for the ego, for the money or to get her in bed
I keep my eyes low to not reveal what I have inside
They look at me as if they knew what I think (isn't it so true?)

Some are like women, with nice breasts
Just thinking they are real, you jerk off
Some are like children, you don't see
Be careful because you know they don't stand up

Only one G-Geppetto, many Pinocchios
They all dance in a circle like lice
They all pretend to be G like Gicotti
And then they sing in the police station like Pavarotti

We all rush in with a run-up
Like how robberies are done in the morning at the post office
No weapons, a red tongue in the pocket
We all take aim and shoot big

I tell one to my relatives, I don't give disappointments
I make the versions coincide
If big they clog the pipes
Water from all sides, like floods

There are those who tell them to the hemlock, who rob us
That if you exchange it then tells you: "It was a joke"
There are those who tell them even if you ask for advice
And the nice ones that Silvio tells are beautiful
(Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me)

Lies, lies, lies, lies, tell me
Lies, lies, lies, lies, tell me
Lies, lies, lies, lies, tell me
Lies, lies, lies, lies

I tell one and then maybe I convince myself
I think hard and then tomorrow it's not fake anymore
I tell one to my buddies, to my buddies
Without too many details, details

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