We are here in the province
Outside the city with a gray suit on
You know I hold my jeans with my left hand
I walk through the city at night with the team

Yes, you always find us here, in the province
Outside the city with a gray suit on
You know I hold my jeans with my left hand
I walk through the city at night with the team

I don't like my city
You know I want to get out of this building
The walls of the building smell of tears
Hey bro, sorry I don't know if I can save you
Mom doesn't cry at night, it wasn't easy
We were one year old, wo-wo-wo
Look 'ma, they have the Paris outfit, but I don't
Neither the cross motorcycle, in the box there are my bros, wo-wo-wo

One, two, three, I count on one hand those who are like me
Grown up with me, yes, in the head the same rules
In the hustle if I'm there you are too
We got used to it like this
In the ban it's three o'clock

Yes, you always find us here in the province
Outside the city with a gray suit on
You know I hold my jeans with my left hand
I walk through the city at night with the team

Yes, you always find us here in the province
Outside the city with a gray suit on
You know I hold my jeans with my left hand
I walk through the city at night with the team

Aah
Ah, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok
Ok, ok, ok
I didn't have a euro, bro', we followed the guy with the Telepass (ok, ok)
At the toll booth that separates us from the good Milan, bro'
I didn't go to the party with ripped jeans, bro'
Today I break the rule

And you always find us here in the province
Outside the city with a gray suit on
You know I hold my jeans with my left hand
I walk through the city at night with the team

Yes, you always find us here in the province
Outside the city with a gray suit on
You know I hold my jeans with my left hand
I walk through the city at night with the team

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