giorno preferisce il thè al limone (schifo)

CANNARSI (ft. Giorno)

mortoancora + disapparire (velocita normale)

MOMBARUZZO

Testo:
Puoi scegliere se farmi del male
Non c’è bisogno di farmelo provare
Tanto che cambia è un’altra stupida scusa
Per non sentirti in colpa quando è finita
Puoi scegliere se farmi del male
Tanto lo sai che non mi so ribellare
È complicato raggiungere il Valhalla
Non ci provo, resto in casa e la guardo, che balla.

Più tempo passa
Più la gola si secca
Mario mi ha detto scendi
Non fa bene stare in stanza
La mia indecenza
La voglia di finirla
Mi porta a stare chiuso 
Perché tutto mi disturba

E ho finito
Mi rimane solo rabbia, accendino
Ho finito pure le sigarette
Devo scendere sennò qua mi fotto
E sono solo
E le heets
Sarò strano ma mi hanno già stancato
Questa menta mi ha bruciato la gola
Avevo smesso il giorno che sei scappata
scappata

Ho fatto un pensiero strano
Avevo bisogno di scrivere
I miei pensieri su carta
Ho detto lo so
Non guardo film manco morto
Non ho bisogno di vivere
la vita di un altro
La mia è abbastanza

Puoi scegliere se farmi del male
Non c’è bisogno di farmelo provare
Tanto che cambia è un’altra stupida scusa
Per non sentirti in colpa quando è finita
Puoi scegliere se farmi del male
Tanto lo sai che non mi so ribellare
È complicato raggiungere il Valhalla
Non ci provo, resto in casa e la guardo, che balla.

VALHALLA

rockstar rodeo - @sick.kidd [prod. @sick.kidd]

ieri mattina mi sono svegliato spento, non provavo nulla, motivazione di fare le cose pari a zero. poi mi sono messo a scrivere e a cantare senza fregarmene, e in 20 minuti ho creato questo. e cazzo quanto sono stato meglio, vivo. forse è la prima volta che realizzo quanto sia importante fare musica per me. grazie musica ti amo e ti odio

testo:
voglio sentirmi libero
voglio andarmene
forse voglio sparire

ma non so dove andare
voglio solo scappare
e non voglio inciampare
avrei bisogno di ali
per poter volare
e guardare sto mondo dall'alto
senza farci parte

no
io non sono come voi
non potrete mai capirmi
io non sono come voi
io non sono come voi

avellino mi ha regalato
solo la depressione
già lo so che quando sarò morto
quella troia parlerà ancora male di me
parlerà ancora male di me
parlerà ancora male di me
ma non so dove andare
voglio solo scappare
e non voglio inciampare
avrei bisogno di ali
per poter volare
e guardare sto mondo dall'alto
senza farci parte

sentirmi vivo

sentirmi libero

I MISS YOU (PROD. NIKENINJA)

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I MISS YOU (PROD. NIKENINJA)

GOYA

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