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Description
The chrome gleam, the smell of gasoline, and a slight dizziness from my own importance, it was as if life itself had turned into an eternal spring break. A world where the mask is more valuable than the face, and conversations are the rustling of banknotes and snippets of rap in time with the engine. Dreams aren't built here; they're rented by the day along with a luxury suite by the sea and a fake god from Richard Mille. Each line is like a shot into the air, loud, meaningless, but beautiful. Sparks fly, desires intertwine, bullets and brands, and above it all swirls smoke that smells of T-Rex and impunity. Where "mord tua vita mea" sounds like a motto, the meaning is less important than the heavy, glossy, self-satisfied sound. And yet, there's something captivating about it: like watching a storm from a hotel window, you know it's dangerous, but you can't look away.
Lyrics and translation
Original
(Queen size bed, le viene la sindrome di Tourette)
(Miami Beach, Delta Air, sei puttane e una Corvette)
(Sputo in bocca, spring break, ho un'iguana al guinzaglio) ehi
(Fumo e sembra un T-Rex, business class in ski mask)
Ehi, ehi (que pongan Voga) (fratemo Geeno)
Queen size bed, le viene la sindrome di Tourette
Miami Beach, Delta Air, sei puttane e una Corvette
Sputo in bocca, spring break, ho un'iguana al guinzaglio
Fumo e sembra un T-Rex, business class in ski mask (uh)
Queen size bed, le viene la sindrome di Tourette
Miami Beach, Delta Air, sei puttane e una Corvette
Sputo in bocca, spring break, ho un'iguana al guinzaglio
Fumo e sembra un T-Rex, business class in ski mask (Money Gang)
La Corvette è nera corvina, mio fra' pure in casa si mette lo ski mask (lo ski mask)
Mila diventano milli (un million), Rolex diventano Richard (Audemars)
Parla la miseria da dentro un Mercedes, contando una pila (Lambo)
Lei vuole me solo perché sa che posso cambiarle la vita
Baby, Bottega Veneta fino ai piedi (Chanel)
Ho venduto tutto tranne i sentimenti
Lei vende il culo per le mini Kelly (Hermès)
Bimbi sono pronti a farti la pelle
Mentre pernotti in hotel cinque stelle
Giro a Scampia con addosso i gioielli
Perché sono amico di Emanuele
Q-Q-Queen size bed, le viene la sindrome di Tourette
Miami Beach, Delta Air, sei puttane e una Corvette
Sputo in bocca, spring break, ho un'iguana al guinzaglio
Fumo e sembra un T-Rex, business class in ski mask (uh)
Non rispetto più nessuno, mors tua vita mea (uh)
Urlo: "Fuck the police!" mentre mi scopo una dea
T-T-Ti fanno in flip-flops in pieno giorno come a Rio
Conto due milioni in cash (cash), forse credo in Dio
Queen size bed, le viene la syndrome di Tourette
Miami Beach, Delta Air, sei puttane e una Corvette
Sputo in bocca, spring break, ho un'iguana al guinzaglio
Fumo e sembra un T-Rex, business class in ski m–
(Voga on the beat)
Ehi, ehi, ehi
Se prometto, non mantengo, tengo solo il tempo per andare a tempo
Premio Tenco, premendo il grilletto sotto a un temporale
Voglio Kendall, voglio Kylie e fumo Cali
Apro locali in lungomare, MI-AMI come il festival
Due Ferrari sgommano, diamanti pogano
Corpi a pezzi nel cofano, conti aperti nello store di Vuitton
Il bon ton, il bottone in quarzo, sono pazzo come marzo
Come Ciro Di Marzio, punto un AK dal terrazzo
Lei lo prende e la ringrazio per il prezzo
In cinque come i Jackson, in giro insieme a Enzo
In cinta solo se balliamo dancehall, incendio che sa di incenso
Se gli brucio lo stipendio, non ha senso se ci penso
No-No-Non ha senso se ci penso, non ha senso se ci penso
No-No-Non ha senso se ci penso, non ha senso se ci penso
No-No-Non ha senso se ci penso, ehi
Non ha senso se ci penso, non ha senso se ci penso
No-No-No-No– (ah, ah)
Ma-Magari volare a Miami, palme, Miami, mi ami?
Ricco, giovane, Lamine Yamal (sì)
Ho tanto da insegnarti, la galera me la mangio
A cena con le sbarre, impanate, no avanzi (ah)
Da anni non prendo un taxi, solo mezzi pesanti (da anni)
Sono bello rilassato, il sedile mi fa i massaggi (pow, pow, pow) (uoh)
Vengo da la vache qui rit, panini col kasher (ah)
Ragazzini sui cinquantini ti fanno il Cartier (il polso)
Vuoi sapere il mio cachet? (Quant'è?) Quant'è il cachet?
Camoscio le mie scarpe, no, non calpestarmele
Mascherati, Carnevale, non è Carnevale
Abbiamo un ferro a testa imboscato nelle palle
No-No-Non ha senso se ci penso, non ha senso se ci penso
No-No-Non ha senso se ci penso, non ha senso se ci penso
No-No-Non ha senso se ci penso, ehi
Non ha senso se ci penso, non ha senso se ci penso
No-No-No-No–
English translation
(Queen size bed, she gets Tourette's syndrome)
(Miami Beach, Delta Air, six bitches and a Corvette)
(I spit in your mouth, spring break, I have an iguana on a leash) hey
(I smoke and look like a T-Rex, business class in a ski mask)
Hey, hey (que pongan Voga) (brother Geeno)
Queen size bed, she gets Tourette's syndrome
Miami Beach, Delta Air, six whores and a Corvette
I spit in your mouth, spring break, I have an iguana on a leash
I smoke and look like a T-Rex, business class in a ski mask (uh)
Queen size bed, she gets Tourette's syndrome
Miami Beach, Delta Air, six whores and a Corvette
I spit in your mouth, spring break, I have an iguana on a leash
I smoke and look like a T-Rex, business class in a ski mask (Money Gang)
The Corvette is jet black, my brother even wears the ski mask at home (the ski mask)
Thousand become thousand (one million), Rolex become Richard (Audemars)
Poverty speaks from inside a Mercedes, counting a stack (Lambo)
She only wants me because she knows I can change her life
Baby, Bottega Veneta down to my feet (Chanel)
I sold everything except feelings
She sells her ass for mini Kellys (Hermès)
Kids are ready to skin you
While you stay in a five star hotel
I walk around Scampia wearing jewels
Because I am a friend of Emanuele
Q-Q-Queen size bed, she gets Tourette's syndrome
Miami Beach, Delta Air, six whores and a Corvette
I spit in your mouth, spring break, I have an iguana on a leash
I smoke and look like a T-Rex, business class in a ski mask (uh)
I no longer respect anyone, mors tua vita mea (uh)
I scream: "Fuck the police!" while I fuck a goddess
T-T-They make you in flip-flops in broad daylight like in Rio
I count two million in cash (cash), maybe I believe in God
Queen size bed, she gets Tourette's syndrome
Miami Beach, Delta Air, six whores and a Corvette
I spit in your mouth, spring break, I have an iguana on a leash
I smoke and look like a T-Rex, business class in ski m–
(Voga on the beat)
Hey, hey, hey
If I promise, I don't keep it, I just keep it in time
Tenco Prize, pulling the trigger in a thunderstorm
I want Kendall, I want Kylie and I smoke Cali
I open clubs on the seafront, MI-AMI like the festival
Two Ferraris skid, diamonds mosh
Bodies in pieces in the hood, accounts opened in the Vuitton store
The bon ton, the quartz button, I'm crazy as March
Like Ciro Di Marzio, I aim an AK from the terrace
She takes it and I thank her for the price
Five of them like the Jacksons, out and about together with Enzo
Pregnant only if we dance dancehall, fire that smells of incense
If I burn his salary, it doesn't make sense when I think about it
No-No-It doesn't make sense when I think about it, it doesn't make sense when I think about it
No-No-It doesn't make sense when I think about it, it doesn't make sense when I think about it
No-No-It doesn't make sense when I think about it, hey
It doesn't make sense when I think about it, it doesn't make sense when I think about it
No-No-No-No– (ah, ah)
But-Maybe fly to Miami, palm trees, Miami, do you love me?
Rich, young, Lamine Yamal (yeah)
I have so much to teach you, I'll eat prison
Dinner with bars, breaded, no leftovers (ah)
I haven't taken a taxi for years, only heavy vehicles (for years)
I'm nice and relaxed, the seat gives me massages (pow, pow, pow) (uoh)
I'm from la vache qui rit, kosher sandwiches (ah)
Kids in their fifties do the Cartier (your wrist)
Do you want to know my fee? (How much is it?) How much is the fee?
I suede my shoes, no, don't step on them
Masked up, Carnival, it's not Carnival
We have a head iron lodged in the balls
No-No-It doesn't make sense when I think about it, it doesn't make sense when I think about it
No-No-It doesn't make sense when I think about it, it doesn't make sense when I think about it
No-No-It doesn't make sense when I think about it, hey
It doesn't make sense when I think about it, it doesn't make sense when I think about it
No-No-No-No–