Mirko No - Rkomi

No, non parlarne

Mirko non parlarne

Mi dicevo: «No, non parlarne»

Mirko non parlarne

(Rkomi, ehi, senti)

No, non parlarne

Mirko non parlarne

Mi dicevo: «No, non parlarne»

Mirko non parlarne

Ehi, ti ho portata anche al mare

Ti ho portata anche al mare

A piedi nudi sulla sabbia, una tartare

Mangiamo lanciandoci il pane

Ci agitiamo al primo SMS di troppo

Potrei farne anche a meno

Un po' ti manca Milano, forse mi sbaglio

Al posto di blocco con il sangue al cervello (bbr, brr)

Mi alzo, intanto calco il tempo

Un cappio al collo con il mio malloppetto

Spendo tutto al porto: polpo e patate

In testa ho un cortometraggio, tocca darsela a gambe, yah

Vuoi che ti porti con me, come un foulard

Un soccorritore con le gomme bucate

Con le gomme bucate

Tra la polvere, forme di vita

Sto vestendomi di fretta per non perdermi nulla

Nottataccia anche questa, sto scrivendo

Lei in fila mentre aspetto il mio turno

Pesco l’ultima carta

Ne esco sorridente come all’UPIM mia madre

Giudici di pace fanno guerra a distanza

Questa è l’ultima chance

È che avrei fatto di tutto pur di non parlarne, uh

Ehi

Do il giusto peso al portafoglio, un po'

Sto al mondo porto il mondo a bordo, abbocca l’esca

Perle ai porci, penna a me, la penna a me

La penna a me, la penna a me

La penna a me (La penna a me)

Te la passo la palla?

Sì, certo

Tu stai giocando solo per te stesso

Siamo grandi per farci la guerra

L’odio che hai provato a contatto col cesso

No, non parlarne

Mirko non parlarne

Mi dicevo: «No, non parlarne»

Mirko non parlarne

No, no, no

Mi dicevo: «No, non parlarne, Mirko non parlarne»

Con 'sto culo ma che corri a fare?

Ma che corri a fare?

Nel tuo ufficio senza appuntamento

Senza appuntamento

Chiamo Nebbïa, sono sulla Luna, il mio castello

Guarda, guarda, porto su un quartiere

Un Falco sulla spalla, ne esco palla al piede

A cena al ristorante guardavamo i prezzi

Prima di ordinare, riempirci la pancia

Brr, brr

I frate' hanno provato la…, fuori da case, i cancelli chiusi

I culi che ho rotto, le ginocchia sbucciate, poi il vuoto

Scarabocchia alla lavagna, gli inferi

Il mio Valhalla è il sangue di Cristo in una coppa dorata

Bu-buttala l’erba, che puttana quella

Mangio bufala al tavolo, rettangolo d’odio

Notti intere, intere notti

Soldatini con i denti d’oro sugli attenti come i figli in fila

Arrivo, guardo e vinco, ma ero meglio prima

Do il giusto peso al portafoglio, un po'

Sto al mondo porto il mondo a bordo, abbocca l’esca

Perle ai porci, penna a me, la penna a me

La penna a me, la penna a me

La penna a me (La penna a me)

Te la passo la palla?

Sì, certo

Tu stai giocando solo per te stesso

Siamo grandi per farci la guerra

L’odio che hai provato a contatto col cesso

No, non parlarne

Mirko non parlarne

Mi dicevo: «No, non parlarne»

Mirko non parlarne

No, no, no

No, don't talk about it

Mirko don't talk about it

I said to myself: "No, don't talk about it"

Mirko don't talk about it

(Rkomi, hey, listen)

No, don't talk about it

Mirko don't talk about it

I said to myself: "No, don't talk about it"

Mirko don't talk about it

Hey, I took you to the beach too

I also took you to the sea

Barefoot on the sand, a tartare

We eat by throwing bread at each other

We get excited at the first SMS too many

I could even do without it

You miss Milan a little, maybe I'm wrong

At the checkpoint with blood to the brain (bbr, brr)

I get up, meanwhile I keep track of time

A noose around my neck with my swag

I spend everything at the port: octopus and potatoes

In my head I have a short film, I have to run away, yah

You want me to carry you with me, like a scarf

A rescuer with flat tires

With flat tires

Among the dust, forms of life

I'm dressing in a hurry so as not to miss anything

This too bad night, I'm writing

You in line while I wait for my turn

I draw the last card

I come out smiling like my mother at UPIM

Justices of the Peace wage war from a distance

This is the last chance

It's just that I would have done anything not to talk about it, uh

Hey

I give the right weight to the wallet, a little

I'm in the world I bring the world on board, take the bait

Pearls to swine, pen to me, pen to me

The pen to me, the pen to me

The pen to me (The pen to me)

Can I pass the ball to you?

Yes sure

You are only playing for yourself

We are great for making war on each other

The hatred you felt in contact with the toilet

No, don't talk about it

Mirko don't talk about it

I said to myself: "No, don't talk about it"

Mirko don't talk about it

No, no, no

I said to myself: "No, don't talk about it, Mirko don't talk about it"

With 'I'm ass but what are you running to do?

What are you running to do?

In your office without an appointment

Without an appointment

I call Nebbïa, I'm on the moon, my castle

Look, look, I take on a neighborhood

A Hawk on my shoulder, I come out ball and chain

At dinner at the restaurant we looked at the prices

Before ordering, fill your belly

Brr, brr

The friars tried the…, outside the houses, the gates closed

The asses I broke, the skinned knees, then the emptiness

Scribble the underworld on the blackboard

My Valhalla is the blood of Christ in a golden cup

Bu-throw the weed, what a whore that one

I eat buffalo at the table, hate rectangle

Whole nights, whole nights

Toy soldiers with gold teeth at attention like children lined up

I arrive, watch and win, but I was better off before

I give the right weight to the wallet, a little

I'm in the world I bring the world on board, take the bait

Pearls to swine, pen to me, pen to me

The pen to me, the pen to me

The pen to me (The pen to me)

Can I pass the ball to you?

Yes sure

You are only playing for yourself

We are great for making war on each other

The hatred you felt in contact with the toilet

No, don't talk about it

Mirko don't talk about it

I said to myself: "No, don't talk about it"

Mirko don't talk about it

No, no, no