Dimmi di cosa hai paura - Mondo Marcio, Michelle Lily

Dim-dim-dim-dim dimmi di cos’hai paura

Marcio, Marcio, Marcio

Dimmi di cos’hai paura

Marcio, Marcio, Marcio

Dimmi di cos’hai paura

Marcio, Marcio, Marcio

Ehy, this is reality is not a tv

If you don’t trust me mother fucker you’ll see

This is the only way I can live

Paura di chi?

And I’m really afraid of me

Hai paura di morire, paura di salire su un aereo

Con un terrorista e poi di scomparire

Ho paura di rimanere da solo e con due lire

E di vedere tutti i miei cosiddetti amici scomparire

Cos’hai nell’armadio, cos'è che mi nascondi

Per la chiesa ti sei macchiato di peccati immondi

Ma per me sei solo uno come molti perso tra due mondi

Schiavo delle cose che compri

Hai paura di prenderti un virus mortale perciò ti chiudi in casa esci solo per

mangiare

È il tuo primo giorno e hai paura di sbagliare

O hai paura di essere chiamato al militare

Hai stretto troppo il collo e hai paura che sia morta

Ora sei nudo e hai paura perché è la prima volta

Io ho paura che si chiuda per sempre la porta e di non riuscire più a rappare

come una volta

Dim-dim-dim-dim dimmi di cos’hai paura

Marcio, Marcio, Marcio

Dimmi di cos’hai paura

Marcio, Marcio, Marcio

Dimmi di cos’hai paura

Marcio, Marcio, Marcio

Ehy, this is reality is not a tv

If you don’t trust me mother fucker you’ll see

This is the only way I can live

Paura di chi?

And I’m really afraid of me

Ho paura di non essere all’altezza

Ho paura che la corda si spezza

Ho paura che mi prenda la tristezza e che mi butti in mare trasportato dalla

brezza

Ho paura che mi rompono il parabrezza e che mi rubano tutto, anche le cinture

di sicurezza

Ho paura di essere uno come tanti

Ho paura che un giorno finiranno i contanti

Ho paura di dovermi trovare un lavoro

Ho paura di finire come loro e di morire sotto un bianco lenzuolo

Ho paura di farmi troppo e finire al suolo

Ho paura di non essere me stesso

Ho paura di restare padre per del sesso

Poche chicchere man il momento è adesso

Se hai paura o se hai le palle fa lo stesso

Dim-dim-dim-dim dimmi di cos’hai paura

Marcio, Marcio, Marcio

Dimmi di cos’hai paura

Marcio, Marcio, Marcio

Dimmi di cos’hai paura

Marcio, Marcio, Marcio

Ehy, this is reality is not a tv

If you don’t trust me mother fucker you’ll see

This is the only way I can live

Paura di chi?

And I’m really afraid of me

Dim-dim-dim-tell tell me what you're afraid of

Rotten, Rotten, Rotten

Tell me what you are afraid of

Rotten, Rotten, Rotten

Tell me what you are afraid of

Rotten, Rotten, Rotten

Hey, this is reality is not a tv

If you don't trust me mother fucker you’ll see

This is the only way I can live

Fear of whom?

And I'm really afraid of me

You are afraid of dying, afraid of getting on a plane

With a terrorist and then to disappear

I'm afraid of being alone and with two lire

And to see all my so-called friends disappear

What do you have in the closet, what is it that you hide from me

For the church you have stained yourself with unclean sins

But for me you are just one like many lost between two worlds

Slave of the things you buy

You are afraid of getting a deadly virus so you lock yourself in the house you go out only for

eat

It's your first day and you're afraid of making a mistake

Or you are afraid of being called to the military

You've squeezed your neck too tight and you're afraid she's dead

Now you are naked and you are afraid because it is the first time

I'm afraid that the door will close forever and that I won't be able to rap anymore

as it once was

Dim-dim-dim-tell tell me what you're afraid of

Rotten, Rotten, Rotten

Tell me what you are afraid of

Rotten, Rotten, Rotten

Tell me what you are afraid of

Rotten, Rotten, Rotten

Hey, this is reality is not a tv

If you don't trust me mother fucker you’ll see

This is the only way I can live

Fear of whom?

And I'm really afraid of me

I'm afraid of not being up to par

I'm afraid the rope will break

I'm afraid that sadness will take me and throw me into the sea transported by the

breeze

I'm afraid they'll break my windshield and steal everything, even my seat belts

safety

I'm afraid of being one like many

I'm afraid one day the cash will run out

I'm afraid of having to find a job

I'm afraid of ending up like them and dying under a white sheet

I'm afraid of overdoing myself and ending up on the ground

I'm afraid I'm not myself

I'm afraid of being a father for sex

Few chicchere man the time is now

If you are scared or if you have balls, do the same

Dim-dim-dim-tell tell me what you're afraid of

Rotten, Rotten, Rotten

Tell me what you are afraid of

Rotten, Rotten, Rotten

Tell me what you are afraid of

Rotten, Rotten, Rotten

Hey, this is reality is not a tv

If you don't trust me mother fucker you’ll see

This is the only way I can live

Fear of whom?

And I'm really afraid of me