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I release this track back on february but forgot to add it here lol! Enjoy guys! 

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🍕 “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — the unofficial Italian summer anthem nobody asked for… but everybody needs. 🇮🇹🚗☀️

Imagine this: a tiny German car, endless winding coastal roads, the smell of fresh lasagna in the summer air… and zero parking. Every single sign screams “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — and our poor heroine? She just wants pizza, mamma mia! 🍝

This French House groove blends soulful male vocals (with a gloriously strong Italian accent), filtered disco synths, deep sidechained basslines, and sun-kissed beats into the ultimate late-afternoon soundtrack. It's smooth, it’s groovy, and it comes with a hint of tiramisu-fueled desperation.

If you’ve ever been hangry on holiday, trapped between Aperol dreams and parking nightmares, this one’s for you. Close your eyes, turn up the volume, and drive straight into Mediterranean chaos.

Warning: This track may cause
🍕 Sudden pizza cravings
🥂 Aperol spritz nostalgia
🚗 Spontaneous shouts of “SOLO PER CLIENTI!”

Perfect for:
🌴 Golden-hour beach drives
🍹 Late-summer balcony parties
🎧 Dancing barefoot with pasta in hand
🇮🇹 Pretending you’re Italian even if you’re not

Lyrics:

She drives a tiny car from Germany,
Through winding roads to the deep blue sea,
Dolce vita dreams, sunglasses on,
But her stomach's empty, mamma mia, she’s done!

Every little street, every little sign,
Says “solo per clienti” — babe, she’s losin’ time!
Pizza in her mind, but no place to stay,
O sole mio, take my hunger away!

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Pizza, pasta… where’s the entry?
Solo per clienti!
My amore, it’s so tormenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… help me, senti! 

She sees a little trattoria by the square,
Smells the fresh lasagna in the summer air,
She parks the car, but a man starts to scream:
“Signorinaaa! This is not what it seems!”

"Bellissima, capisci, non si può…
This parking here — non per te!"
And she sighs, “Okay, okay…
I just want pizza… por favoreee!”

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Tiramisu is my tormenti!
Solo per clienti!
Maccheroni… sentimenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… hungry belly! 

Drive, drive, drive…
Past the beach and wine,
One day, somehow…
She’ll find that sign:
“Benvenuti… clienti tutti!”

Solo Per Clienti (French House Version)

🥥✨ Ever heard of the Mongongo nut? Of course not. That’s why it’s the hottest superfood you didn’t know you needed. Forget kale. Forget chia. Forget your cousin’s avocado toast empire. This is Botswana’s finest export: a crunchy vibe for your gut, a mystical bounce for your butt, and the perfect excuse to post another yoga-mat selfie with a hashtag no one else understands.

This track is chillwave wrapped in sarcasm, sprinkled with wellness-influencer energy, and blended like a $20 smoothie you’ll regret but still reorder. It’s for anyone who ever believed “organic dust” was a lifestyle, or that eating a nut could change your aura.

So light some overpriced incense, adjust your leggings, sip your beetroot latte, and clap along. The Mongongo is calling. And yes… it’s trending. 🌍💚

Lyrics:

Superfood queen on your Instagram,  
Hashtag healthy — green eggs and spam.  
Juice it, blend it, call it divine,  
Pay 20 bucks for a wellness line.  

Doctor said, “don’t eat piranha,”  
So you booked a trip straight to Botswana.  
Airport snacks, you skipped banana,  
Now you flex that nut — pure Nirvana.  

Not in Paris — not in Congo,  
Go to Botswana and get your Mongongo!  
Nut for your gut, vibe for your butt,  
Clap your hands, give it a shot!  

Yoga mat, fake Namaste,  
Nut in a bowl, you’ll post all day.  
Save the world with your shopping cart,  
Organic label — you’re so smart.  

Mongongo nut, you’re the trend we trust,  
Fair-trade dust in a protein crust.  
Botswana gold, banana lie,  
Eat the hype and kiss your cash goodbye.  

Not in Paris — not in Congo,  
Go to Botswana and get your Mongongo!  
Nut for your gut, vibe for your butt,  
Clap your hands, give it a shot!  

Mongongo nut, mongongo nut,  
Save your soul, but first your butt.  
Mongongo nut, mongongo nut,  
Sarcasm served in a coconut.

Mongongo

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

Mongongo

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