Jolly Roger (feat. Izi, Disme, Bresh e Vaz Tè)

Deal with me tonight
I climbed the stairs to paradise
That falls into fiscal paradise
Deal with me tonight
I met my father (Hey, Tedua, listen)

I was missing a piece, but now that I've put it back, I'm not doing bad
I brought Diego half a kilo on a hospital bed
Hey, man, they're flashbacks
Memories, Ray Charles, you play in playback
God can't see without glasses because he lost his diopter
The magic of the twenties, every lie seems true
In the ghost town, the drama is already on display
But here nothing changes, it's all the same as before
Under the arcades, under the glasses the vortices
Among the guests diners who make themselves comfortable
At my table there's no one who defames me
Drilliguria, Wild Bandana, we won't return poor

My hands are dirty with blood
And I can't stay away
From the problems of my life
People's habits
I don't know what I'll do when I grow up
I'll know from a fortune teller
You'll see me on a postcard
Because my story continues

I disappeared, I won't stay around anymore
Drugs to no longer feel strong emotions
Calm down, in my mind I have beautiful memories
That I will always forget, I will stay with the worst
You listen to this stuff and tell me you see yourself in it
You break yourself with drugs and I think you don't respect yourself
If you want advice, stop it, it's useless
It's just a terrible idea, always alone smiling
In Russian roulette there's no winning number
For everything lost there's another thing gained
You want to have the world in your pocket and everything it contains

My hands are dirty with blood
And I can't stay away
From the problems of my life
People's habits
I don't know what I'll do when I grow up
I'll know from a fortune teller
You'll see me on a postcard
Because my story continues

I hated my whole life even when I loved, because I didn't
Understand anything and this jungle gives you the worst it can
I walk in Genoa, I used to bring smoke to school
Inside the backpack a change, a thousand, an iPhone
On the route to the top the cold air that rises
Bite me on the neck, hold the body as it falls
My jacket all dirty, even tonight the moon is wrong
Cold snow in my mouth is all that remains
I enter my Eden, but I don't stay there forever
I brake at a hundred miles an hour, but the seatbelt doesn't hold me
My shadow doesn't come off above the sidewalk
Jolly Roger on the sails because I'm from Genoa

My hands are dirty with blood
And I can't stay away
From the problems of my life
People's habits
I don't know what I'll do when I grow up
I'll know from a fortune teller
You'll see me on a postcard
Because my story continues

It continues, continues
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

I'm always in apathy, I have no new friends, I have new stories
And a poem is not enough to explain the worst things to you
Treat these ten thousand as if they were a million
I'd like to throw myself away, you can call it self-destruction, action
I swear I had another intention
I read random phrases about the government, I lose the keys to the hotel suite
I lose count of the floors as I go up
We won't see each other even if I go back
New ghosts exploded in sixteen steps
They have ways to reincarnate and favors to reciprocate, please

How many lives I've lived, but now I'm in paradise, yeah-eh
I lived my end, but now I'm in paradise, no, no, no, no
I throw my stone, I'm saved, but who decided it?
Forgive me, God, God