Problemi Con Tutti

Renting out my castle won't make you a king
But for charity, I make it rain
On your outdated wine
You can't screw me over even if you were reborn as me
You're medieval, you won't be reborn as me
Mania, tattooed in full color
I have the sails so I fly like Scampia
Too much sugar under my tongue
Get lost, get lost, get lost
Marshal, come on, that stuff? Not mine
May I ask, have you ever been to Diaz?
Okay, I don't even trust my own family
I don't drink if the bottle's already open

They take pictures of me while I die
(Ahí, ahí, ahí, ahí) Christ, what am I supposed to do?
(Ahí, ahí, ahí, ahí) I just want to feel alone here
For every Judas, there's a Jesus
Don't waste your time trying to save me

I have problems with everyone
Problems with everyone
Problems with everyone
For every Judas, there's a Jesus
For every bandit, a blue car

In my car, the windows have never been the only thing smoked
You tell me the bad, abrasive things
Come on, and they make me laugh
Easy sex, with a weak sense
We're all power games-
Your body on my hardwood
Did you come or just tears?

They take pictures of me while I die
(Ahí, ahí, ahí, ahí) Christ, what am I supposed to do?
(Ahí, ahí, ahí, ahí) I just want to feel alone here
For every Judas, there's a Jesus
Don't waste your time trying to save me

I have problems with everyone
Problems with everyone
Problems with everyone
For every Judas, there's a Jesus
Don't waste your time trying to save me

I have problems with everyone
Problems with everyone
Problems with everyone
For every Judas, there's a Jesus
For every bandit, a blue car