So you think you're an only child?
To be up to the task
Then sweat, boy, sweat
And when you come home, cry, boy, cry
Because you didn't make it
And it's only by chance
By an incredible alignment of planets, you might make it

I cried a river for this stuff, you just a trickle
I didn't want it to last the life of a coriander
I haven't changed, I've moved up in rank
To cheer me up even the plants move like in Fangorn
I tell you how to kill them and how to defend yourself
It seems I studied law and forensic medicine
We made deals, then dishes, hot dishes and then the table
But I remember Mirko eating tuna from the can
The mouth is sewn, the nose sniffs out the deception
Ears under the doors, eyes after the finish line
Raw seafood in the throat, the flying Dutchman
Now we look like a dome and it's not art history, QT

Yeah, a hundred thousand headlights cause panic
I've gone through all the emotions I have, only child
Son of an environment where the air is missing (air is missing)
That then separates us, but I would like (I would like)
To pretend that I will find a way (just one way, one way, one way)

Hey, look me in the face, the truth is you're a pussy
They're looking for a tiger, they hide in shells, hey
I'm on a mission, it's an invasion like the Russians
To make a million every song and make them in USD
At Costes with two actresses I hardly ever sleep
I don't hate my enemies, they want what you have
I've put down roots in this top five (top five)
You, yes, you will be only dust when you die

Na, na, na, na
Actually, maybe it's better

I leave rap before it becomes pop
Before you do it, before it's a nice cliche
I don't make a single for album just to get on the radio
You do what doesn't change because you can't do anything else
If I think about it, it would be much worse
Talking about the neighborhood with millions in home banking
It wasn't about selling the point, it was about not sitting down to make the same album, repeating yourself for fifteen years
Baby, I talk about sex because now it's all I do after years of making war
To you who miss the me of certain times
There wasn't a great relationship to think back, I wonder what you miss
Today's rap is a bit repetitive relative
It exploits old experiences because it has no more theories
We do things that we don't even enjoy
That power is like a child who doesn't know how to smile
I remember the first tour, the first love, the first everything
Twenty-one years old, I had twenty-one disorders
I ate where I slept, I hated what I thought while staring at the ceiling

I don't want to be eternal, I don't want to be you
I thought I would die much better

Yeah, a hundred thousand headlights cause panic
I've gone through all the emotions I have, only child
Son of an environment where the air is missing (air is missing)
That then separates us, but I would like (I would like)
To pretend that I will find a way (just one way, one way, one way)

Yo, I was out of breath, I was trapped like in Dogtooth
I was on foot, now I get out of the van to get on the SUV
I live for this shit, I won't look for the scoop
Christ stopped at Eboli, I live further down
First house in Bari, seven males with two bathrooms, one without a window
Only one meal a day, the same soup
I sold drugs and weed, everything was shit
Three years later I go from emerging to emergency

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