Verme - Rkomi, Noyz Narcos

La mia bic che sbircia da là, sulla luna

Gomma piuma

Una mano spunta dall’al-to

Di sotto fanno il mio no-me, un ono-re

Il naso sulla vetri-na, al mio vi-a

Spara senza passamonta-gna

Ho il mio cazzo di mo-tivo

Ti rovino la me-dia a

La meth l’hai presa tutta e stai ma-le

La cura è chiudersi a chia-ve

In tempo ci si è sempre, sempre se ti perdo

Odiavo chi mi odiava dalla fretta

Un verme, due vermi

La patta è bassa 3/6 (365 l’anno)

Tu pur di star-ci, cal-cinacci

Qua ci nasci, poi ci muori

Con-to i corpi con cui gioco

Qua ci nasci, poi ci muori eh

Fragole e champagne

Come fossi a casa, bang

Porto Milano a Roma, sogni d’oro

Per strada faccio burnout, un manicomio

Il carillon gira al contrario, Io In Terra

A mano libera sull’Himalaya, è guerra aperta

La testa sulle spalle, lei sul parabrezza

La faccia contro il muro, nego l’evidenza

La testa sulle spalle, lei sul parabrezza

La faccia contro il muro, nego l’evidenza

Non ti parlo, sopra non mi pare

E scende come è salita

Il giro gira farfalle

Riguardo i soldi, so di non fidarmi

Ne confidarmici

Un beat di chissà chi

Hai la bici e pedali, bang

Le mani sopra la serranda a gambe larghe

La canna sulla nuca, famo il cambio targhe

'Sta mano, gioco, vedo, cambio due carte

Aspiro smog veleno, opera, street art

Vieni al giro, andiamo sotto trattieni il respiro

Due vengono a farti il culo a domicilio

Occhi rosso sangue, gocce di collirio

L’auto sbatte, sopra al fojo come vola la mia biro

La città stanca, chiudo co' du' bire al bangla

In testacoda, gira 'na Corvette nell’hangar

Lei veste viola vanga nero black standard

In giro pe' 'ste strade famo sempre pandant

In quattro nella Panda dal '94

Spacco la traccia co' uno del '94

Bravi ragazzi escono sotto contratto

Al ristorante a celebrare e vanno via senza pagare

Porto Milano a Roma, sogni d’oro

Per strada faccio burnout, un manicomio

Il carillon gira al contrario, Io In Terra

A mano libera sull’Himalaya, è guerra aperta

La testa sulle spalle, lei sul parabrezza

La faccia contro il muro, nego l’evidenza

La testa sulle spalle, lei sul parabrezza

La faccia contro il muro, nego l’evidenza

Mhh, mhh

Mhh, mhh

Mhh, mhh

Noyz Narcos, Rkomi

Brr, ehi, ehi, ehi

My bic peeking over there, on the moon

Foam

A hand sticks out from the top

Below they make my no-me, an honor-king

The nose on the window, to my vi-a

Shoot without balaclava

I have my fucking motive

I'll ruin your media a

You've taken all the meth and you're sick

The cure is to lock yourself up

There is always time, always if I lose you

I hated those who hated me from the rush

One worm, two worms

The draw is low 3/6 (365 per year)

You just to stay there, cal-cinacci

Here you are born, then you die there

I count the bodies I play with

Here you are born, then you die eh

Strawberries and champagne

Like you were at home, bang

I bring Milan to Rome, sweet dreams

On the street I do burnout, a madhouse

The music box turns upside down, Io On Terra

Freehand in the Himalayas, it is open warfare

Her head on her shoulders, she on the windshield

Face it against the wall, I deny the evidence

Her head on her shoulders, she on the windshield

Face it against the wall, I deny the evidence

I'm not talking to you, I don't think above

And it goes down as she went up

The tour turns butterflies

As for the money, I know I don't trust you

Trust me

A beat by who knows who

You got the bike and pedals, bang

Hands over the shutter with legs apart

The barrel on the nape, I do the plate change

'This hand, I play, I see, I exchange two cards

I aspire poison smog, opera, street art

Come round, let's go under hold your breath

Two come to fuck your ass at home

Blood red eyes, drops of eye drops

The car slams over the fojo as my biro flies

The tired city, I close co 'du' bire to bangla

In a spin, he turns a Corvette in the hangar

She wears standard black black spade purple

Around pe '' these streets always famous pandant

Four in the Panda since '94

I split the track with a guy from '94

Good guys come out under contract

At the restaurant to celebrate and leave without paying

I bring Milan to Rome, sweet dreams

On the street I do burnout, a madhouse

The music box turns upside down, Io On Terra

Freehand in the Himalayas, it is open warfare

Her head on her shoulders, she on the windshield

Face it against the wall, I deny the evidence

Her head on her shoulders, she on the windshield

Face it against the wall, I deny the evidence

Mhh, mhh

Mhh, mhh

Mhh, mhh

Noyz Narcos, Rkomi

Brr, hey, hey, hey