Collage (Believe me, it's alright)

So Long Goodbye

inspired by the original Netflix series DAHMER.
Lyrics:

I'm a collector, I'll collect anything I find
I'll never throw anything away that's mine
And I'd collect you too if I was given half a chance
And trap you under the glass, and add my autograph
I catalogue, I preserve, and I index
And file you into my collectable Rolodex
I keep the rubbish, what other people give away
And keep all of the pieces in a metal tray
(Hoard, collect)
(File, index)
(Catalogue, preserve)
(Amass, index)
I'm a collector and I've always been misunderstood
I like the things that people seem to always overlook
I gather up and catalogue it in a book I wrote
There's so much now that I forget if I don't make a note
If I collected you and put you in a little cage
I could take you out and study you every day
It isn't easy being me, it's kind of lonely work
My obligation to collecting is my only thirst
(Hoard, collect)
(File, index)
(Catalogue, preserve)
(Amass, index)
(Hoard, collect)
(File, index)
(Catalogue, preserve)
(Amass, index)

Notes and Copyrights:
All rights are reserved to the original author and its owners. This remix is not intended to copy or replace the original piece in any form and is made under the fair use doctrine. It will not be published on streaming platforms without the consent of the rights holder. I apologize to Steven, as I imagine he might be offended if such a track were to go viral. 
Peace.

Justin

INDEX

[Ritornello]
Dieci sopra un Range Ro', li chiamano Diegos
Conto su una mano tutti i Ballas che c'ho appresso (Oh, oh)
Veri wild boys (Wild boys) su un aereo
Per fare lo (Skrrt) finché su non è sereno
Big vroom, big ah-ah
Ballas che rincorrono la flaka
Tutto pettinato, pettinata la sua frangia (Frr)
Lei vuole ballare la bachata (Uh, uh)
Ma prima faccio guala (Uh, uh, uh), poi la vedo por mañana (Shh, shh)

[Strofa 1]
Lo tengo (Wait), faccio una chiamata alla reception (Ah)
I got the tempo, sarò grasso, me lo siento
Los Santos con i Vagos fanno tango in oke, let's go (Tu-tu)
Peperoni, paparazzi
Penso solamente alla famiglia, alla Ferrari (La familia, la familia)
Ordino e mangiamo tutto finché non siamo sazi
Tanto siamo in linea con la vita e i nostri piani (Grrah)
Scusi señorita, ma la cena le è servita
È pronta màs señora mangia qui o porta via? (Oeh-oeh)
Senza Bosshadora stai lontana, pussa via (Uh)
Wasa wasa zero skill, non li incontro sulla via, se li incontrerò
(Prr) Sono stanco per la noia
Chiaro non ci parlo, non ci fotto, quindi molla
(Prr) Ho dei piani nella Goyard
Tutto tra le mani dei miei cari, la mia volta
Passo, doppia skills, vado a lato
Non mi importa dove, basta che vengo pagato
Un vero slime cholo con il suo futuro in mano
Eppure andiamo loco, lo faremo for loco
Ci comportiamo a modo, sono in giro come un mato
Mi sveglio in Argentina e vado a dormire a Milano
Calcolano lo swag nell'area dopo che passo
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[Ritornello]
Dieci sopra un Range Ro', li chiamano Diegos
Conto su una mano tutti i Ballas che c'ho appresso (Oh-oh)
Veri wild boys (Wild boys) su un aereo
Per fare lo (Skrrt) finché su non è sereno
Big vroom, big ah-ah
Ballas che rincorrono la flaka
Tutto pettinato, pettinata la sua frangia (Frr)
Lei vuole ballare la bachata (Uh uh)
Ma prima faccio guala (Uh, uh, uh), poi la vedo por mañana

[Interludio]
Prima faccio guala, poi la vedo por mañana
P-P-Prima faccio guala, poi la vedo por mañana
(Say what?)

[Strofa 2]
Ghigo (Ah), sono aka Gabbana, IV Migos (Seh, seh)
Lei vuole ballare nei miei video
Lieto di conoscerla, ma è lei che fa l'inchino
Ho una lady troppo Diana, parla come Gacha
Pepe sulle mani con cui saluto i miei ballas
Desaparecidos, sono in punta alla montagna
Col linguaggio più forbito faccio un giro in Nicaragua
Sto correndo sopra il uoh, lei mi balla sopra il uoh
Capo Don ballano, uoh-uoh-uoh-uoh, vero cholo
Sono troppo in voga per non finire su foto (Skrrt)
Dio mi ha visto piangere, sa quanto sono pronto
I miei vanno straight up mentre lei lo shakera (Uh, uh)
Parlo su una Lexus, ma non c'entra Alexa (Uh, uh)
Fanno "dighidon-dighidon", vanno a tema (Shawty)
Ora che ho il sudore stampato su una maglietta
Ora che ho il sudore, vuole che la riempio in fretta
Pussy Costadoro, sa bene di ciò che parla
Dolce N Gabbana, madre lingua, madre santa
Bevendo acqua Cultura per sentirmi come a casa
Sono morbido, relax, su un letto che è una piazza (Uh)
Mi porta caffè a letto come una seconda mamma (Ah, ah)
Non farò un porta a porta per avere un faccia a faccia (Ah, ah)
Son gasato come soda, l'agito come una Fanta (Ah, ah)
Finché fanno più (Pow, pow), un, due, tre, siamo veri
Serenity boy, siamo quelli dei balletti (Ah) (Uh)
Su un aereo volo verso Memphis (Uh)
Battono le mani dopo i piedi
Big vroom, big ah-ah
Ballas costumati che rincorrono la flaka (Frr)
Con me lascia stare, non attacca
Prima faccio guala, poi la vedo por mañana

YEAH!

Diss Gacha - YEAH!

There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet
No matter where you live
There'll always be a few things, maybe several things
That you're going to find really difficult to forgive

There's going to come a day when you feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say, who can say?

Our mother has been absent
Ever since we founded Rome
But there's going to be a party
When the wolf comes home

We're going to commandeer the local airwaves
To tell the neighbors what's been going on
And they will shake their heads and wag their bony fingers
In all the wrong directions, and by daybreak we'll be gone

I'm going to get myself in fighting trim
Scope out every angle of unfair advantage
I'm going to bribe the officials, I'm going to kill all the judges
It's going to take you people years to recover from all of the damage

Our mother has been absent
Ever since we founded Rome
But there's going to be a party
When the wolf comes home

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Tutto Resta (Interstellar Remix)

Una mia reinterpretazione del beat creato per la canzone "Balla" di Daniele Sodano (Zoda). Ho dovuto scaricare la canzone e cercare di togliere quello che potevo del beat per inserire il mio. Non è mia intenzione lucrarci. Questa reinterpretazione ha lo scopo di condividere la mia versione del brano. Per qualsiasi problema o informazione su quello che faccio, lascio i miei contatti qui sotto.

Mail:
justin@freesass.com

Telefono:
3515296339

Balla Trap

Remix di "Psicologi - Diploma". (Mi scuso per la compressione estrema del brano. Verrà caricata una versione migliore su YouTube)

Psicologi - Diploma (Prod. Justin Danger)

"Hold me now 'cause I couldn't even if I tried
It's over now I guess it really is my time
I don't want to go but it's time I gotta say goodbye
So hold me now 'cause this will be our last time

I'm slowing down and I don't think that I can fight
I know somehow you'll find a way to live your life
Remember just to live everyday like it's your last
And hold me now 'cause I think it's time for me to pass

I don't wanna die, I don't know why
This kind of fate was meant for me
You gotta be strong, gotta move on
It's not how it was supposed to be

What do I say it was never supposed to end up this way
What do I have to do
Was supposed to grow old with you

But that ain't gonna happen
No that ain't gonna happen

Hold me now 'cause the time I've got's running out
No tears allowed even though we've become without
I just wanna feel your head laying on my chest
So hold me now as I take my last breath

I don't wanna die, I don't know why
This kind of fate was meant for me
You gotta be strong, gotta move on
It's not how it was supposed to be

What do I say it was never supposed to end up this way
What do I have to do
Was supposed to grow old with you

But that ain't gonna happen
No that ain't gonna happen"

Crash

Don't wanna be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

Well maybe I'm the faggot America
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda
Now everybody do the propaganda
And sing along to the age of paranoia

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

Don't want to be an American idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age of hysteria
It's calling out to idiot America

Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones who're meant to follow
For that's enough to argue

Justin Danger

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