Hey
Come by tomorrow and ring
Come up for two minutes to the fireworks
If you want, I have two hits of weed
I left it outside
The door is open, whenever you want I'll put the keys there
You can even ask to stay here to sleep later
Oh-eh-oh, this sound is for women
Music has no factions and doesn't wear a skirt
Oh-eh-oh, and you stay there
With the anxiety of leaving home so you don't get lost
Slaps in the parks at school with the headmaster
The scale provokes me discomfort, I'm not sadistic
A brother doesn't expect me to mention him
I put him in a good light in front of another
Because everyone has a "but"
Gazza thought: "What a pain to have good enemies"
Opinion favors those with millions
Another record is out, I don't know whether to go on
Or take them out
There's a new fool on Spotify

Oh, eh, oh
Oh, eh, oh

The knuckles of the strongest, you know when they hit
I hope they hit the target and I don't know
If the myths of Greece are all true
Marvel writes about a world that will never exist
I have no heroes and you don't want them either
Damage upon damage I believe, I have no true example
I have no heroes, I knew some
They were marked I believe, in a black notebook

Who opened the door, learns a lot from Italy
That wants too much and grasps nothing, you don't go there
Summer without the World Cup, what a shame, eh-eh
I'm a product of this fandom, eh-eh
Pass the ball to the meal, bounce, girl, it's normal
I have more passion for the world of action
And there are no bad ones, because here every woman is the same
My worst mornings, bread and worse arguments, and what the f-

I fall from the building and
Zena looks like New York
I have a bazooka with a cap and
I pull the trigger next to you
You fall into the glasses, blow
I want a movie with the most magical effects
My most fragile memories
While you cut from the turning point
But remember there are referees, called "angels"
Whether you believe it or not

Oh, eh, oh
Oh, eh, oh

The knuckles of the strongest, you know when they hit
I hope they hit the target and I don't know
If the myths of Greece are all true
Marvel writes about a world that will never exist
I have no heroes and you don't want them either
Damage upon damage I believe, I have no true example
I have no heroes, I knew some
They were marked I believe, in a black notebook

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