French Fries - Coma_Cose

Case di ringhiera dopo che ho cenato

Pollo Tandoori, guardo il vicinato

Dal cortile sale il fumo piano

Cerco l’Africa in giardino sono Celentano

Scendo al bar a prendere le Winston

In sottofondo musica che non capisco

Avete fatto i dischi platini

Ma vi mancano i menischi di Platini

La classe conta, non puoi comprarla

Un chilo di coca costa… Smeralda

In Italia sei un Dio solo se spopoli

Gesù mi chiama e dice: «Oh!, tutto Aposto-li?»

E per fortuna lei mi sa calmare

Andiamo a fare un giro e porta da fumare

Fame chimica da tre di notte maritozzi

D’amore non si muore sì ma allora Moana Pozzi?!?

Così ora condividiamo un palco

Le rustichelle, dormire sopra un’auto

Coma_Cose nuovi Prozac+

Ritorniamo a casa scemi come Steve Bu'

Che per fortuna si fa ancora festa

Quando la guardo sento l’aria fresca

E ho speso il solo giga che mi resta

Per dedicarle mille volte questa

French Fries, patatine

French Fries, patatine

French Fries, patatine

Che poi cosa c’entra la Francia me lo devi dire

Railing houses after I had dinner

Tandoori chicken, I look at the neighborhood

The smoke rises slowly from the courtyard

I'm looking for Africa in the garden, I'm Celentano

I go down to the bar to get the Winstons

In the background music that I don't understand

You made the platinum discs

But you are missing Platini's menisci

Class matters, you can't buy it

A kilo of coca costs… Smeralda

In Italy you are a God only if you are depopulated

Jesus calls me and says: "Oh! All Aposti-li?"

And luckily she can calm me down

Let's go for a ride and bring a smoke

Chemical starvation from three in the morning

You don't die of love, yes, but then Moana Pozzi?!?

So now we share a stage

Le rustichelle, sleeping in a car

Coma_Things new Prozac +

Let's go home fools like Steve Bu '

Which fortunately is still partying

When I look at it, I feel the fresh air

And I spent the only gig I have left

To dedicate this to her a thousand times

French Fries, crisps

French Fries, crisps

French Fries, crisps

You have to tell me what France has to do with it