More songs by Artie 5ive
Description
The Milan skyline at nite turned inside out: the light from streetlights breaks in a plastic cup of dirty Fanta, someone speeds past in a Dodge, and next to a 7-Eleven it seems like all the important business is being decided between the coffee receipt and the gas station door. The rhythm of the words is like walking on rooftops – sometimes a slow ameba, sometimes a swift navigation swallow – and yet everything is equally fragile and dangerous, like a small, light pistol case in your pocket. The song's language whispers about the little things that make the story big: curls, a photo for the feed, three fingers in a bottle – the everydayness that a strange mix of pride and exhaustion chokes on. The voice in the track is like a diary after midnight: without pretension, with a slight smirk and a dangerous sense of style, when phrases cut the truth straight to the point and then immediately poke fun at it. Rejecting others' posts and not wanting to sing for the broadcast feel like a small victory for privacy, and mentions of calibers and machines seem more like accessories than a threat. Ultimately, the feeling remains that the world is both toy-like and metallic, and there's an unusual warmth of irony in this strange harmony.
Lyrics and translation
Original
NKO, let's do it again
Ddusi mi dà un beat, lo prometto, glielo fum–
FN Five-seveN, esco dal 7-Eleven
Rubo il pranzo alle iene, colpi escon dal Mercedes
Abbiamo armi con gli attacchi, 'sta merda non sembra vera
La tua merda è fantascienza, Fanta sporca nel bicchiere
Mi muovo come un'ameba, Durango una navicella
Da una casa di ringhiera a una cassaforte piena
È piccola e leggera la pistola che c'ho a destra
Tu con me non sei sincera, ogni giorno sei diversa, yah
Okay, girl, mi piacciono i tuoi curl, curl
Cinquе del mattino a Milano solo noi, noi
Calibro .40 dentro a una Berеtta Storm
No, no, no, non mi metter nei TikTok
N-N-No, no, no, non mi mettere nei post
Non mi invitare alle cene con i tuoi, con i tuoi
Ci scattavan le foto già da un po'
Anche prima di diventare famosi, yeah
Tre dita, metto lean nel biberon
Lui vorrebbe farlo come noi, ma non può, yeah
Tre dita, metto lean nel biberon
Ti passo a prender sotto casa tua con la mia Dodge (FN Five-seveN)
F-F-FN Five-seveN, esco dal 7-Eleven
Rubo il pranzo alle iene, colpi escon dal Mercedes
Abbiamo armi con gli attacchi, 'sta merda non sembra vera
La tua merda è fantascienza, Fanta sporca nel bicchiere
Mi muovo come un'ameba, Durango una navicella
Da una casa di ringhiera a una cassaforte piena
È piccola e leggera la pistola che c'ho a destra
Tu con me non sei sincera, ogni giorno sei diversa, yah
Okay, girl, mi piacciono i tuoi curl, curl
O-O-Okay, girl, mi piacciono i tuoi curl, curl
I tuoi curl, curl, i-i-i tuoi curl, curl
I tuoi curl, curl
English translation
NKO, let's do it again
Ddusi give me a beat, I promise, I'll smoke it–
FN Five-seveN, I'm leaving the 7-Eleven
I steal lunch from the hyenas, shots come out of the Mercedes
We have weapons with attacks, this shit doesn't seem real
Your shit is science fiction, dirty Fanta in the glass
I move like an amoeba, Durango a spaceship
From a railing house to a full safe
The gun on the right is small and light
You are not sincere with me, every day you are different, yah
Okay, girl, I like your curls, curls
Five in the morning in Milan just us, us
.40 caliber inside a Beretta Storm
No, no, no, don't put me in TikTok
N-N-No, no, no, don't put me in the posts
Don't invite me to dinners with your parents
They had been taking photos of us for a while
Even before we were famous, yeah
Three fingers, I put lean in the bottle
He would like to do it like us, but he can't, yeah
Three fingers, I put lean in the bottle
I'll pick you up from your house in my Dodge (FN Five-seveN)
F-F-FN Five-seveN, I'm walking out of 7-Eleven
I steal lunch from the hyenas, shots come out of the Mercedes
We have weapons with attacks, this shit doesn't seem real
Your shit is science fiction, dirty Fanta in the glass
I move like an amoeba, Durango a spaceship
From a railing house to a full safe
The gun on the right is small and light
You are not sincere with me, every day you are different, yah
Okay, girl, I like your curls, curls
O-O-Okay, girl, I like your curls, curls
Your curls, curls, your-your curls, curls
Your curls, curls