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Beautiful Story

I often think of the beginning of all that
I often think of the beginning of all that
I often think of the end of everything
But you can give me more
 
To kiss after a fight
Butterflies over a minefield
Your group kills me
You remind me, the State
You're the right thing for the wrong man
We who try to escape from here
That seemed like a movie but it was pubblicity
Love me quietly
If not they will steal the idea
 
We could take off everything like Hippies
And make a rainbow out of the colors of money
Have sex in your parents' bed
Make more of a crime scene
And instead we stay cold
Two bedrooms, two beds
You dry your hair
I smoke confetti
She takes my hand
I put more curry on it
And we have to laugh
 
I often think of the beginning of all that
I often think
What a waste to not kiss for a while
We can make fire like in the suburbs
We can make a beautiful story, beautiful
Beautiful story, beautiful story
If we don't feel bad we don't feel alive
It takes it well when you come and smile
We can make a beautiful story, beautiful
Beautiful story, beautiful story
 
And the neighbor hears us
What do you think of neighbor, what do you think of
Since the music isn't bad
I've also bought some ice cream
But what gym and gym
Come here and we play
While it rains, it pours
We could take a taxi
Like De Niro
Switch off all lights in San Siro
Something like the last shot won't happen to me again
It makes more of a crime scene
 
What a waste to not kiss for a while
We can make fire like in the suburbs
We can make a beautiful story, beautiful story
Beautiful story, beautiful story
If we don't feel bad we don't feel alive
It takes it well when you come and smile
We can make a beautiful story, beautiful story
Beautiful story, beautiful story
Beautiful story, beautiful
Beautiful story, beautiful story
Beautiful story, beautiful story, beautiful story, beautiful
 
I often think of the beginning of all that
I often think of the beginning of all that
I often think of the end of everything
But you can give me more
Beautiful story, beautiful
Beautiful story, beautiful story
It takes it well when you come and smile
We can make a beautiful story, beautiful
Beautiful story, beautiful story
 

Kids in the streets (Children)

[Verse 1]
Three months laying in the living room
Italy is so beautiful
What does Germany know about it?
Tolerance is a pimp
Humanity inhuman
I wait for dawn in the streets
Migraine’s like a mosquito
The car goes by, goes “nino-nino”
I’m looking for a partner for hide and seek
I take half a sleeping pill
And i can’t breath
I can’t even free myself in my dreams
Damned Lucifer
Get away from my sippy cup
 
[Pre-Chorus]
No, no, no, no, no,
This night doesn’t change us
No, no, no, no,
I have the keys of dawn
It’s not perfect, but it takes us home
Paper boats, kids in the streets
No, no, no, no, no
If you close your eyes tight they won’t catch us
Let’s kiss each other and make the mistake of the year
There’s no nirvana, adults at home
 
[Chorus]
Kids in the streets
Kids in the streets
 
[Verse 2]
I look around
I’m in a phase where i don’t talk
I wanted to chill at the beach
But the cops came
Dust in my money box
What did these kids see?
Is it the “T” in tabacco shop
Or the “T” in cross?
You have a rose as earring
I lose my dreams in this wine
You fall in love, i’m not the type
How many things are said?
I make a fool out of myself
You’re more beautiful than Mykonos
 
[Pre-Chorus]
No, no, no, no, no,
This night doesn’t change us
No, no, no, no,
I have the keys of dawn
It’s not perfect, but it takes us home
Paper boats, kids in the streets
No, no, no, no, no
If you close your eyes tight they won’t catch us
Let’s kiss each other and make the mistake of the year
There’s no nirvana, adults at home
 
[Chorus]
Kids in the streets
Kids in the streets
Kids in the streets
Kids in the streets
 
[Outro]
No, no, no, no, no,
This night doesn’t change us
No, no, no, no,
I have the keys of dawn
It’s not perfect, but it takes us home
Paper boats, kids in the streets
No, no, no, no, no
If you close your eyes tight they won’t catch us
Let’s kiss each other and make the mistake of the year
There’s no nirvana, adults at home
Kids at home
 

Fuck, come on Federico

Versions: #1
My album is in the stores and you’re already downloading it
Time is short but i feel my asshole getting looser
It’s true that the crisis is changing us
“Hello, what’s this little girl’s name?” “Armando”
My fans’ behavior, i swear, it’s stressing me
They would ask me for a picture even when i’m taking a shit
And with all of this affection i’m touched, but let me go to the toilet cause i’m shitting myself
I don’t care if my colleagues say that i’m not cool
Their ass stings and i have nettles on my dick
Put on heels made out of cement and drown with your fucking trashy albums
When i was at jam you were eating bruschetta
Your dj brings in the plates, you the knife and the fork
Your chick is platinum blonde and she also has bangs, but when you kiss her it looks like you’re making out with David Guetta.
 
Fuck, come on Federico, you throw yourself on social work
But when you do throw yourself, be careful not to get hurt
You run barefoot on glasses as long as you can
And don’t worry when you’ll end up in shit
If you have your ass on the ground you know that when you’ll get back up
We, you guys, you guys won’t be there anymore
 
My rap is a caress with greasy hands
Among two-faced snitches and sluts with split ends
Your two sold albums, they were not achieved
If i fail we’ll go and delivery pizza with a scooter
My manager doesn’t know that i have anxiety and i sweat
He smokes pot and then collapses on the couch of the studio
But here often the feeling of belonging hides a dark side, like when an ugly nose makes you lose a nice ass
Eh, sorry, is it true that you rappers are not real artist?
That you sell your ass even before you sell albums?
You write lines but you hate communist manifestos
But now Guè produces like Eminem with Fifty
“You guys are fake, always coping americans, fuck”
Among Tiziano who was gay and was a lady’s killer
And people who made themselves a career by copying Eminem’s lyrics
If you’re looking for two-faced here you’ve got fertile ground
You’re looking flaccid
Like a dick with erectile dysfunction
 
Fuck, come on Federico, you throw yourself on social work
But when you do throw yourself, be careful not to get hurt
You run barefoot on glass as long as you can
And don’t worry when you’ll end up in shit
If you have your ass on the ground you know that when you’ll get back up
We, you guys, you guys won’t be there anymore
 
You say i’m fake because i go around with a tutu
And that real hip-hop is the one your crew does
But then they see some pennies and look what they do
Sing a single in auto-tune
What’s up now with your culture?
At least i don’t fill my mouth with trash
I gave away an album with a high budget
And you sell for five euros a mixtape with ten tracks
If they put us in handcuffs for illegal albums
Divide inmates by music genres
Going to jail already seems like a bad deal
It would be very bad luck to end up in a cell with a Povia fan
“Fedez, it is true that at your live shows there’s MD with tonic water going around?”
“And that you’re the great master of a masonic lodge”
“Is it true that you play the harmonizer with your ass?”
“And you come up with even better tracks than your usual music.”
 
Fuck, come on Federico, you throw yourself on social work
But when you do throw yourself, be careful not to get hurt
You run barefoot on glasses as long as you can
And don’t worry when you’ll end up in shit
If you have your ass on the ground you know that when you’ll get back up
We, you guys, you guys won’t be there anymore
 

Before everything

I look for a bit of you in De André's song (Italian artist)
There will be livids to be proud of, others not so much
But the truth is: we're half-identical
I'm just a child you'll call 'dad'
 
Because I've got Nasa in my head
Because I'm never at home
The heart consumed as an old pair of Vans
And all the slaps taken in the square
The ink on the arms
Everything matches ...
Your mother that kisses me
 
The first kiss
The first day at school
The first day in trial
The first love
The first mistake
The first sun that burns you
And it's the first time for me, too
that I see you
Before everything
 
And I took notes for all the times I made a mistake
I've got a manual of instructions where 'instructions' is written attached (in Italian if you attach the word 'istruzioni' with its italian preposition 'd', you obtain 'distructions')
You're the first place in this life that seems new to me
Before everything
Before everything
 
A ruthless cynical
who had never adapted
who had never enjoyed all the things life gave him
Then you came and everything has stopped
I'd like to teach you everything I've never learnt
 
Because I've got Nasa in my head
Because I'm never at home
The heart consumed as an old pair of Vans
And all the slaps taken in the square
The ink on the arms
Everything matches ...
Your mother that kisses me
 
The first kiss
The first day at school
The first day in trial
The first love
The first mistake
The first sun that burns you
And it's the first time for me, too
that I see you
Before everything
 
And I took notes for all the times I made a mistake
I've got a manual of instructions where 'instructions' is written attached (in Italian if you attach the word 'istruzioni' with its italian preposition 'd', you obtain 'distructions')
You're the first place in this life that seems new to me
Before everything
Before everything
 
Before everything
Before everything
 

ANTHEM PT. 1

I hate the routine and the everyday tasks
I keep my head low, just to not face reality
they give us microchips to make us all alike
I draw an identikit to recognize my limits
psychological violence doesn't leave visible bruises
cold and reality give me shivers
I walk on walls and everything is wrong
and the man who corrects the world has still to be born
choices, destiny, fate at the mercy of evil
but if you were born slave, you're destined to be forever
the tricolore [name of the Italian Flag] is infinite, and the love party
the godfather and the master, Borsellino or Tarricone?
let's declare ourselves defeated, we keep in our hand the staff of the flag which has just stabbed us
let's remain silent, valors have no more valor, we're no more able to make our rights be heard!
 
And every month there is a new whore!
But you don't have to worry
there's the special for Avetrana's delict on TV
can't miss it
and now there is the Church which grows believers
because desperation brings them to read the gospels
they make you pay the ecopass and then they build skyscrapers
but they know by heart the whole Mameli anthem!
 
And the parties... they're ended... both those about freedom and about democracy, and honestly more than a parliament it seems like a resort for old aristocrats
the situation has become critical, since when politics just talks about politics
they don't let you work or study, because an ignorant people is easier to rule!
We are assassins born as Micky and Melory
there's no plase for taers and there's no place for weaks
it's like a world made of clay, you touch it and you ruin it
and you find difficult to spend the money you earned with your sweat
we are a mass of mannequins, thank you, you're welcome, thousands of bowings
and if this is what it means to actually be a man
it's about time that the puppets start to cut the threads
because the moment has come to walk by your own
policemen, protectors of law
and who protect us from policemen? (sheeps of the flock)
I want a chief quaestor for Christmas
handcuffed and hooded in my home
just to have a small talk, to tell him my opinion
talking in his language, this is democracy
I don't hate you, chief quaestor,
but I'm oppressed and at least for Christmas i want to feel oppressor!
 
And every month there is a new whore!
But you don't have to worry
there's the special for Avetrana's delict on TV
can't miss it
and now there is the Church which grows believers
because desperation brings them to read the gospels
they make you pay the ecopass and then they build skyscrapers
but they know by heart the whole Mameli anthem!
 

italian girl

brah
discounted nation, the offert splits
because here there are more lidl* than leader
silvio** come back in wi-fi version
you can't forget your first amnesia
 
popular people this year will go to Mykonos
to be hippie while smoking origan
maybe it's the happiness that played before
for this red eyes there isn't an antihistamine
and then Donald Trump trains whit Risiko!
if he isn't at the pentagon, he is at the polygon
and you're feeling afraid at least
like when Fausto Brizzi*** ask for your curriculum
keep the flag high
the italian athlets are retreating in Formentera
no, a women is a true bad luck
but it's another story
 
italian girl
the summer you're searching for isn't far
you know, people fall in love for nothing
if you come from the sea we are waiting for you
with water to the throat
we'll tell you an italian story
you'll see that works will stay away from you
and even if it rains, the music will play
 
we've lost but i believed in it
like at the world' games and at the eletions
costume fitting for losing weight
here, we only eat illusions
and boom
 
we'll wait kim jong un rocket
keeping informed by fake news
beach dances keeping fit doing tv series marathons
italian style
cooking books and the tangas, a culinary culture
triangle and bermudas are the new republic
we'll shave for the pubic opinion
we'll touch the sky and tag the bottom
looking bad like in the passport photos
we're more out of the world than out of europe
and if you're pretty, you have a discount
 
talian girl
the summer you're searching for isn't far
you know, people fall in love for nothing
if you come from the sea we are waiting for you
with water to the throat
we'll tell you an italian story
italian girl
you'll see that works will stay away from you
and even if it rains, the music will play
 
it's all a round of crossings
hear the voices
that mixes with the wind
like out of time
everything has changed but some things rest the same
so, make it easy
and tell me a new story
and even if it rains, the music will play
and even if it rains, the music will play
 
talian girl
the summer you're searching for isn't far
you know, people fall in love for nothing
if you come from the sea we are waiting for you
with water to the throat
we'll tell you an italian
story
 

Beautiful Disaster

I repeat it to myself just not to sleep
 
Stay awake because the best is yet to fade
 
And then dream in an another way to be able to raise
 
Like the rain that falls without ever getting hurt
 
Where you guys came out?
 
Says an uncertain voice
 
I don't know but we entered from an opened wound
 
The scars say just stay among the weak
 
We speak in indelible sign languages
 
Just like yesterday you were not here
 
Heredarity problems, unfortunate heirs
 
Because often who judges you then slaugters you
 
When throwing a stone is worth more than a begging
 
They told us not all gold that glitters
 
But they said it because it's all theirs that glitters
 
Now I want to shout loud: 'LIFE SUCKS THE PANORAMA IS BEAUTIFUL'
 
It's a beautiful disaster
 
It's a beautiful disaster
 
I get this feeling I can't miss
 
You're getting harder to resist
 
And maybe by the time I know
 
It'll be to late to let you go
 
Who knew my heart could beat so quick?
 
My life I'd give away for this
 
Don't care what anybody sees
 
I know I'm doing this for me
 
I take all those pieces that I lived by mistake
 
And change them in small denominations emotions
 
Those who live always and however, who live closed in a bunker
 
Who live under the light and see the start of the tunnel
 
With heart of stone, you with the quilty conscience
 
Tired of burrying our heads under anger
 
Eating dust, the season of earth
 
We who are looking for the piece at the price of the war
 
With 24 million kisses Judas probably would have exterminated us
 
Feeling inadequate, feeling one of many
 
A missed opportunity makes a man a thief of regrets
 
Raptors born with the quality soul
 
Complaint your life for misleading happiness
 
And all of us grew up in dark rooms
 
Where every mind is a jerk and the truth is pure
 
t's a beautiful disaster
 
It's a beautiful disaster
 
I get this feeling I can't miss
 
You're getting harder to resist
 
And maybe by the time I know
 
It'll be to late to let you go
 
Who knew my heart could beat so quick?
 
My life I'd give away for this
 
Don't care what anybody sees
 
I know I'm doing this for me
 
I can be your butterfly
 
And be so high that I could die
 
One life will make it worth at all
 
What a beautiful way to fall
 
t's a beautiful disaster
 
It's a beautiful disaster
 
I get this feeling I can't miss
 
You're getting harder to resist
 
And maybe by the time I know
 
It'll be to late to let you go
 
Who knew my heart could beat so quick?
 
My life I'd give away for this
 
Don't care what anybody sees
 
I know I'm doing this for me
 
Beautiful disaster
 
It's a beautiful disaster
 
It's a beautiful disaster
 
It's a beautiful disaster
 

Without paying

When we were kids it was normal having no money
And, before ordering, checking the wallet
Professor X, Batman, Iron Man and Iron Fist
Superheroes rolling in dough
Darth Vader, Lex Luthor, Joker, Harley Quinn
I like the villains much more
 
I know what 'I can't make the ends meet' means
This is my film, dude, I recorded it
You don't like that, but I react to your insults
A film director who talks back: Martin Rude *
Ra-ta-ta-ta, here no one gives you
A hand when you need it, like Trump with Merkel **
It's better to say funny things
Actually, there is a silent code
 
Like the crime, without rules
Like trigger-happy girls
We get in without paying
Like Serie A football players ***
All the club looks at us
But at the end no one will touch us
Like the crime
 
Set out on a raft, now I'm on a boat, bro
But I'm still the son of two hearts and a bank load, bro
My lost kids and I shouted: 'Bangherang!'
With no branded clothes and the life that exhausts you
I went to nursery school
With mum and dad hanging by a overdraft ****
Being in debt since you're a fetus
They hide the dust underneath the decree, underneath the decree
With a low cost for Ibiza
And the Blue Tornado of Gardaland *****
Visa lessons ****** sit in the back of the ATM *******
From the class struggle to the taxes boom
Commies with a Rolex!
 
Like the crime, without rules
Like trigger-happy girls
We get in without paying
Like Serie A football players
All the club looks at us
But at the end no one will touch us
Like the crime
 
We used to be begging for work
Now we feel like we don't need to head into work
We hit the fast food spot with a dollar
Now we get mad if the thots don't holla
Straight from walking to a Lambo
Eating food straight out of the can, bro
Now my pilot tellin' me to have a good day
Now I'm feelin' good in a good way
I like it, ayy, she like it, ayy
And everything came right on time
On time
 
Like the crime, without rules
Like trigger-happy girls
We get in without paying
Like Serie A football players
All the club looks at us
But at the end no one will touch us
Like the crime