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Sometimes I exaggerate

[Intro: Marracash]
Fasten your seat belts
 
[Verse 1: Marracash]
I love myself so much
That to jerk off I bought a hotel room
And I asked at the reception
A glove and a ruler of utmost reserve
Quote the lyrics I write
Until they are quoted in the stock market
Until I am so rich
That I will get the french 'R'
Marra is not the guy you can diss just to get some easy advertising
On your career I put a tombstone
As big as a fucking Pyramid
With your origins
If I were you and were listening to myself,
I would be the first one to say 'What are you talking about?'
Two days with me
And you change color
like Cavalli's yacht
I passed from the commerce in my chamber1
to the chamber of commerce
From 'Don't come back again'
To 'Please, come back soon'
You look at her and think 'Who is she?'
The butt of Jessica Biel
Your woman looks like my woman, the cleaning woman (ahah)
I am March 8, you are November 22
Com'on, laugh that it was funny
This rapper, what does he pretend,
That I even threat him seriously?
Now shit gets real
Yesterday I exaggerated like the great Gatsby
With a career that has big up and down
Crazy stops and huge jumps forward
How are you living, bad I think,
This bi-dimensional scene
I'm here to resize
Out of any personal crisis
Oh look, I have nine legs3 of Jackets,
Seven of jeans and four of T-shirts, you see
How many legs I wear, bro
I'm a fucking centipede, ah
[Hook: Coez]
Sometimes I exaggerate (ah)
Please, come in
I needed a big house for my ego
Sometimes I exaggerate (ah)
I'm comfortable in the back seat
If I hang around with an Hummer, my ego drives
Sometimes I exaggerate (ah)
Sometimes I exaggerate but
On being completely honest
Sometimes I exaggerate but
Sometimes I exaggerate, nah
We are not so far from the truth
 
[Verse 2: Salmo]
Ok
I'm sorry when I exaggerate
It's like when you do the duck-lips
And after the self-timer you ask for advice
They say you are a daddy4 even without a son
You dress leopard-print
I'd like to dedicate you the verses I learned
You wouldn't say but you think about it, moron
It's not that you have bad luck, like Edoardo Bendato5
Every time I want to die
I feel depressed
You call me: I hang up
You call again
Every time I look at myself in the mirror, I touch my balls
Thinking about Gianluca (Grignani) Grignani, Grignani6
Every time I look at myself in the mirror, I touch my balls
Thinking that sometimes I exaggerate
It's well known, bro, it's like if Pluto disses me
The last one remained not evolved
You are the son that Vasco never wanted
You think I'm crazy
My imaginary friend continues to tell me 'Shut up'
At least write a song for a party
But it's quite some time I am already departed7
I sleep in my clothes, because of the weed I pierce my sweater, what a shitty life
I say 'Smile, let's cheer to us sad people'
The boss of the major sells no more discs
Self made, yes mate, all homemade like sextape
For this you don't need to translate[Fn] The line before was in English in the Italian lyrics.
Your girl demonstrates at the trans day
I'm depressed, high, turned pale
Never had a dedicated alibi
The micro which records is shocked
Lebon is the Alain Delon of rap,
Excuse me,
I think that this time I exaggerated. (bro)
 
[Hook: Coez]
Sometimes I exaggerate (ah)
Please, come in
I needed a big house for my ego
Sometimes I exaggerate (ah)
I'm comfortable in the back seat
If I hang around with an Hummer, my ego drives
Sometimes I exaggerate (ah)
Sometimes I exaggerate but
On being completely honest
Sometimes I exaggerate but
Sometimes I exaggerate, nah
We are not so far from the truth
 
Marracash! Salmo Lebon, Coez, exggerated, shit!
 
(I exaggerate) x30
Like Grignani
Like Grignani
Grignani! (ahahah)
 

• 1. It should be 'room', but I wrote 'chamber' to make the punchline clear.
• 2. March 8 is Mother's Day, while Novemer 8 is the Day of the Dead.
• 3. In slang a 'leg' is a money unit and it is equal to 100€.
• 4. Actually, in Italian 'babbo' means both 'father' and 'moron'.
• 5. It should be 'Edoardo Bennato', an Italian songwriter, but here the name is changed to 'bendato' that means blindfolded, like Lady Luck.
• 6. An Italian songwriter who made already a song titled 'Sometimes I exaggerate'.
• 7. 'Partito' in Italian means both party and departed.

Neon

When you stare at the dark, you always see something, bro.
You can cover your ears, but I'll still be here, bro.
Trust me, bro, the emptiness you left won't ever go away.
How many did you leave in the shadow, did you lose running, bro.
 
Night animal.
Gotta get out the hole.
Held in a fist
on my darkest side.
I'm panicking, I'm panting
Smokey paranoias
I wander and follow my impulses,
My iris is like a wolf's one
 
Club's lights, kiss of the flashes
King-blinding airs and jewels
Neon lights rip the sky and my fears apart
 
When you feel down,
you stay where the light flickers
The neon light shines, it looks like a dance
Just like stars,
you die out when nobody looks at you anymore,
but you stay where the light flickers.
You trap the sky in your romm.
The party will end,
the Moon is the only one to talk with you.
 
You got someone to love you, but you don't know shit about giving, bro.
Yes, you hurt her, maybe you were born wrong, bro.
It looks, bro, like you forgot about hunger, bro.
Your mask falls and you're nothing special, bro.
 
I'm afraid of the dark
Especially of other people's dark.
I wander, confused,
Hissing, timid looks.
The only shield is
staying outside, changing your mind.
I know what I'm running from
Sons with a similar look in their eyes.
 
Brand lights, LED stars
Xenon headlights, traffic lights, hey.
The jets' trays rip the sky and my fears apart.
 
When you feel down,
you stay where the light flickers
The neon light shines, it looks like a dance
Just like stars,
you die out when nobody looks at you anymore,
but you stay where the light flickers.
You trap the sky in your romm.
The party will end,
the Moon is the only one to talk with you.
 
Like an ocean made of foil
amongst the city's power lights
we stay connected by a thread.
The night ends up going away.
 
When you feel down,
you stay where the light flickers
The neon light shines, it looks like a dance
Just like stars,
you die out when nobody looks at you anymore,
but you stay where the light flickers.
You trap the sky in your romm.
The party will end,
the Moon is the only one to talk with you.
 

With no place in the world

Versions: #2
I hate this town
We know that the true life is somewhere else
You make projects, you have a list of them
Then life does what it wants
There's something wrong in me
It's like I was two people
And each one hates his other
But they've in common only the doctor
 
Boring stuffs, you're upset if I talk to you about them
I wonder I was at a table
with the bottle on ice
Everyone's playing Jersey Shore, everyone's so outgoing
Then it's more important to be there,
Then having much fun.
 
Looking for an anchor
Something that would last forever
We have it all, but we don't leave anything
I wouldn't be so boring if I wasn't so lonely.
What am I doing here, what do I have to do with them?
 
They call me 'tears' for what I tought
They call me fire for the empty I left
'Cause I love, love, love
'Cause I hate, hate, hate
'Cause I dedicate to life only the best of me.
 
We dance with lies
We live between ruins
We spend lives
Hoping for the best is left to come
Unsubstainable heavyness of appearance.
The materialism, rapping we're the cheerleaders of it
Go on, tell me I'm heavy
When I start these speeches, that 'who gives a rat's!'
Where I come from it's more important to be able to take punchs than to give them.
I prefer to take them and go away
 
In my mind there are some guys
Dirty human beings
I prefer when God creates landscapes
In shining cars
These stage lights
that make me shine, but overshadow the others
 
Indulge your friends, you'll see where you'll end up
I can see you're pretending to be necessairly content.
I wouldn't be so boring if I didn't feel so lonely.
What am I doing here, what do I have to do with them?
 
They call me 'tears' for what I tought
They call me fire for the empty I left
'Cause I love, love, love
'Cause I hate, hate, hate
'Cause I dedicate to life only the best of me.
 
The coexistence, the convenience,
but it always start 'with' and it ends up 'without'
To be imprisoned here, a new start
I've already had two lives and now I'm starting the third.
 
I'm fed up with talking about how it is, it is with you.
I'd rather talk about how it could be
Not being boring, not feeling lonely
To be good with no place in the world
 
They call me 'tears' for what I tought
They call me fire for the empty I left
'Cause I love, love, love
'Cause I hate, hate, hate
'Cause I dedicate to life only the best of me.
 
'Cause I love you, love you, love you
And I hate ya, hate ya, hate ya
And you'll always always have
The best of me