Come on, what are we? Money? Money doesn't wait. My pockets are in business, I talk to my musketeer. Tarantella is my fix, four beers in the trunk. I come from Zone 4, the field is a pack. With the Sbiro I don't talk, I take the busto, I cut the shoes. Hey, listen. The new Armax make bread with your face. If you talk badly or ***, you've never done it before. My brothers with the cuts between the legs are just like their fathers. Many don't even know it. You make the fades, in fact, you make me give a ***. You're probably already dead, but you're not. If you didn't know it existed, you're not talking about it yet. The time that nobody else has, I'm in your iPod. New enemies behind a PC in pajamas. They seem to know more about me than they know themselves. More than going to heaven and not being hungry. To find yourself 40 years in a depressed hospital. Your friend seems to be out of his mind. It will be the *** that takes care of the parties. Now they stop me and I sign his sweatshirt. The same hand that held December. My dream pleads while I agitate. I, the black pearl in the ocean. On a trip, the sky is white with milk. You want to get me out, I get out, I avoid it easily. She goes under us like a double. The first meeting, then you ask why. Like Coca-Cola, but she always falls for us. She only arrives when it's too late. And the taxi costs more than in the pockets. Oh, mom, when I step, they do. Oh, mom, they do. Down in the neighborhood, they do. Oh, mom, I go out here to think. Oh, mom, I think. Oh, mom, I'm not alone. It's not enough, I'm going to fly for me. It's ok, for me. It's not enough, I'm going to fly for me. Zone 4K. This road is for you and for me. This road is for you and for me. This road is for you and for me. This road is for you and for me. Do you want to know what it feels like to listen to me in headphones? Like diving in the middle of Barracuda. To know that I see you as another boss of the world. Driving a Prius and losing control. And losing control. Even if it's summer and I'm in the city. The first palm of paper, cooked and I run well. That this life seems to rain flat and deep. I've seen traffic as much as me. And it's bad for us like bread and breadcrumbs. The kid has grown up and is doing the job. And I don't think I'm better than them. But I believe in it more than I've ever done in the past. And I rather die for it. Ask my mom, do it post to post. I'll post the top, I'll spread the leaves here and there. The next album flies for the room. At your party I come without a mask. I call a friend from my iPhone Pearl. My panda on board stays on board. You know, if I'm flying, I float like a parachute. At my landing, I'll do it slowly and still do it. Oh mom, they do. Oh mom, when I step, they do. Oh mom, they do. Oh mom, down in the neighborhood, they do. Oh mom, they do. Oh mom, it's too soon to think. Oh mom, think. Oh mom, now that I'm up. It's not enough, look, it's ok for me. It's ok, for me. It's not enough, look, it's ok for me. Zone 4 gang. This face for her, for me. This face for her, for me. This road for her, for me. This road for her, for you. Okay, Calvairate, Viale Molise, Piazza Insubria. Viego conto a me, fino in Piazza Ovidio. Piazza Lecuoco, perfetto. Falco, è caldo, Ciccio è caldo. Falco, mi senti? Sì. Dove sei? A casa di Ciccio. E cosa fai?
