Ninna Nanna

Nuba nuba nuba I see jinn
It's my bubble turning into an igloo
It's a black eye turning blue
It's the middle finger staying up

Uooh-uooh-uooh, beautiful!
I came out of the mud
From a stable to a star
I buy a villa for mom
And then I'll think about Africa
Son of a janitor
With dad in a cell
It's not for money, I swear, damn

I'm out: Brexit
I float like a backflip
I'm not a politician, I'm not looking for approval
Fuck what you think
Third eye: Tensing
Out and about like the gipsies
Tourist among the prices
The end justifies the means
I have style even on public transport
Guys in pieces, all in pieces
Let's go home in a tow truck

Mine is not rap, it's a fit
In Milan, you hear me from the bus
I'm above the roofs: cacti
I come from nothing: cactus
I'm losing my way
And on top of that, my compass is broken
But thank God I have a home
And a friend who takes me there

You don't know how I feel when
You ask for a photo and don't even say hi
Rambo, Django
I see diamonds in this mud
Good, tastes like mango

I wanted to play basketball
I'm puffing like Casper
I hope the Ghostbusters don't show up
I miss Blockbuster so much

Lullaby, lullaby oh
Uoooh-oh-oh
Who do I give this flow to?
Uoooh-oh-oh
With dreams inside the baby bottle, yeah
Rollin', rollin', rollin', Rolling I'M

Lullaby, lullaby oh
Uoooh-oh-oh
Who do I give this flow to?
Uoooh-oh-oh
With dreams inside the baby bottle, yeah
Rolling, rolling, rolling, Rolling I'M
Uoooooh-oooh

Public enemy: Jacques Mesrine
I don't listen to your record, you babble
Under the table, in the VIP room, I have capers
I smoke trees, Japanese eyes
This is the moon-walkin' of shrimps
If they don't bring happiness, give them to me
Even the UFOs, bro, look for the wheat
With crop circles: scarecrows
I smoke your budget
I screw this scene, spread this shit
Bro, it's a blitz in the houses
Milan Carthage
Mom, your son is a man
Take my heart in a bag
Fuck weapons, long live lightsabers
On the Ganges delta
Zombies waltz

Uncle, they want to meet you if you succeed
But then when it's over, tell me what happened?
I don't even know if I wanted this
Oh my God Michael, I'm too Jackson

I wanted to play basketball
I'm puffing like Casper
I hope the Ghostbusters don't show up
I miss Blockbuster so much

Lullaby, lullaby oh
Uoooh-oh-oh
Who do I give this flow to?
Uoooh-oh-oh
With dreams inside the baby bottle, yeah
Rolling, rolling, rolling, Rolling I'M

Lullaby, lullaby oh
Uoooh-oh-oh
Who do I give this flow to?
Uoooh-oh-oh
With dreams inside the baby bottle, yeah
Rolling, rolling, rolling, Rolling I'M
Uoooh-oh-oh

Lullaby
Lullaby
Lullaby
Lullaby