Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Don't talk to me about success, your life was already beautiful, mine was a mess
I've seen people give up for much less in a toilet
Don't talk to me about the music I make
It's not stuff for spoiled people, this is assault music
Don't talk to me about the State that is a mafia but the opposite
In the state where I was born, I don't care who has been
Don't talk to me about fame because I am nobody
Because the face of Italy is not on Italia 1
Don't talk to me about you because I don't give a damn
I almost break, I almost kill myself
Don't talk to me about football, bro, I've never played it
Surely without sports I was just a drug addict
Don't talk to me about weapons, not because it's not America
But what the hell do you want to do with them? I kill you with a slap
Don't talk to me about money, I hate talking about money
I hear them doing two counts when they see my Rollie
Don't talk to the broski because you don't know us
When you look at me that way, I want to tear your eyes out
Don't talk to me about your hobbies or what you listen to
The hatred I feel for you comes from my red blood cells
Don't talk to me about social gap from your damn chalet
I was sick on these damn stairs
Don't talk to me about your father and what he had to do
To buy you a house downtown, enough with these bullshit
Don't talk to me about sexism if you want me to break your ass
That I come all over your face and that I slam you against the wall
And don't talk to me about justice, who kills and who sets it on fire
Anyway, you pay for both, greed may die
I want to shoot myself -, don't talk to me
If what I said offends you, you can always not listen to me
Just don't talk to me and don't comment on me
We will never be the same if you have never been sick for thirty years

And I'm trying to get better, but it seems I can't
I've tried everything, everything, and more
Everything seems ugly when I get into that loop
Emotions that I avoid and all the time I dedicate to hurting myself
But I'm trying to change
And I'm trying to get better, but it seems I can't
I've tried everything, everything, and more
Everything seems ugly when I get into that loop
Emotions that I avoid
And all the time I dedicate to hurting myself
But I'm trying to change

Are you in therapy?
Yes, I need the medicine
Unfortunately, unpleasant things have happened, not nice
But why are you depressed?
Eh, well, I wouldn't take it otherwise
And he was the one between the anvil and the hammer
It's nice to fuck, it's nice to smoke, it's nice to drink and it's nice to do a lot of things
But why do we need to do nice things?
Because basically, I mean I think there is suffering and we are in, in flight, like
Then yes they are, everyone noticed when Marra writes to you
When Salmo says, "This is my favorite rapper"
I've never done a damn thing about the electoral card
I said, "Look, in a video I burn it"
But if I think there was a before and after
But will there be a before and after Massimo Pericolo?
Hug him a little, go, it never hurts, eheheh

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