Malafici

If you ask me the question
Where all this writing comes from
Hold on, I’m getting ready
And with this beat, I’ll tell you

If your style matches
With my new outfit
If you think today shines
It’s because I stitched it

With the same hands that hold
The beat of my heart
With the ones I plant today
And tomorrow I’ll reap the fruit

Believe me, I never flaunt
Pretending to be elite
If what I’m singing today
I wrote it feeling low

There’s a darkness I feel
Since I was a kid
That’s why I always get scared
When someone applauds me

I count all the rains
I don’t have a single finger left
Believe me, I’m still trying
To understand what I told you
With the question

How many rains must fall
To grow a new tree
That can shelter me (That can shelter me)

From the start, too much vice, too much sacrifice
Too much is the risk I live on the edge of the cliff
Mark every step, a step that’s no whim
It’s hard to feel drawn to the curse

I wanted to grow so high that I lost my calm
I took too long to bear fruit and now I’m starving
I’ve cried every autumn from the cold, made it a drama
Spring confused me and now I don’t know what’s happening

How many rains must fall
To grow a new tree
That can shelter me

I’ll tell you five
I’ve got nine lives like a cat and you should know I’ve got six left
I’ll spend them at the hermitage, trying to quench my thirst
I fell into the cauldron and now I never feel eight
What I’m writing is serious, listen up, let’s start over

I’ve got nine lives like a cat and you should know I’ve got six left
I’ll spend them at the hermitage trying to quench my thirst
I fell into the cauldron and now I never feel eight
Blank Fosk is serious, listen to it

How many rains must fall
To grow a new tree
That can shelter me
That can shelter me

How many rains must fall
To grow a new tree
That can shelter me