(Greg Willen won't sleep)

I remember you well the first time
On a marble bench I cut myself for the broken beer, you picked it up
Even though it was mine and it wasn't your fault
As you've always done with me
And if on one hand I was reading Nietzsche
On the other I had friends "Fuck what you say" and they filled their nostrils
And I never made sacrifices to make sacrifices
I put in blood, skin and I lost friends
Fuck your rapper who still smells of adolescence
Who talks about whores but has never seen half
Of how much he fucks, thus hiding his impotence
The women I've touched I still have on my conscience
I made money and a lot, I spend too much for appearance
Not for the lobbies it's just that I have the hobby of wealth
I've already hit rock bottom and I don't confuse it with sadness
While I wait for the day this fame gets to my head
I break the windshield, so the rain gets in my car
You can't do Vasco if you have the face of Pippo Baudo
And that broken beer this time you didn't pick it up
It's not my fault, this time you don't care, no

For all that I gave you
And I had nothing in hand
Explain to me where I went wrong
Because it's still not clear to me
But now to tell you it takes my breath away
Maybe I was never able
And I think back to those punches I gave for you
Because in the end I hated you as much as I hated myself, eh

The first time I remember it was a weekend (hey)
I was about thirteen, the backpack full of Montana (hey)
I had millions in my head but not in my pocket
And I suffered like someone who falls in love with a whore (no)
I remember that institute where I only counted the hours
With the kids, bro, failed three years in a row
In the mirror, brother, is my worst opponent
I could break it, I would have seven years of pussy anyway
I had a destroyed face, on that 91 in the earphones group photo
I thought: "I don't give a fuck about anything", she wants me to fuck her badly
With you it comes for profit
Hit me harder (ouch), anyway who is dead inside can't feel the blows (no)
In pieces like Rotten (hey)
Better that it's nameless to you who prostitute yourself (bleh)
And if I pay you attention then you give it back to me

For all that I gave you
And I had nothing in hand
Explain to me where I went wrong
Because it's still not clear to me
But now to tell you it takes my breath away
Maybe I was never able
And I think back to those punches I gave for you
Because in the end I hated you as much as I hated myself

For all that I gave you
I had nothing in hand
Explain to me where I went wrong
Because it's still not clear to me

For all that I gave you
I had nothing in hand
Explain to me where I went wrong
Because it's still not clear to me
And now to tell you it takes my breath away
Maybe I was never able
And I think back to those punches I gave for you
Because in the end I hated you as much as I hated myself, eh

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