PICASSO (feat. 3robi)

It beats like the engine of an old Alfa Romeo - noisy, uneven, but pulling forward confidently. This is not about dreams and philosophy - it is pure thirst for movement, money, glamour, and risk. Every line smells of gasoline, then expensive leather, where Ferragamo is not just a brand, but armor against boredom.

Everything boils and mixes: Italian heat, Dutch steel, Russian cries. The city never sleeps because it is inhabited by people like this hero - eternally between the law and the party, with dragons under their skin and adrenaline instead of sleep. A little madness, a little chic, a lot of noise - and all for that brief moment when it seems that the world belongs to you.