Finte verità - Steve Forest, Mondo Marcio, Mondomarcio

Ahah

Chi ti entra nello stereo?

Rimo più fly di un aereo

Chi ci comanda non dice il vero

Come chi predice il meteo

Piove merda per i potenti

Farà male, come togliere due denti

Io sono il sogno della povera gente

Già di chi ha un sogno perché non ha mai avuto niente

Io non credo a queste finte verità

Mi hai rotto il cazzo metà, a metà (Uh)

E non credo che qualcosa cambierà

Con questo andazzo qua, qua (Uh)

Io Non credo a queste, io non credo a queste

Io non credo a queste finte verità

E non credo che qua, e non credo che qua

E non credo che qualcosa cambierà

Qualcosa cambierà (Non credo)

Lei ritornerà (Non credo)

Tutto si risolverà

Non credo fra', non credo fra', non credo

Qualcosa cambierà (Non credo)

Lei ritornerà (Non credo)

Tutto si risolverà

Non credo fra', non credo fra', non credo

Haha

Who fits on your stereo?

Rimo more fly than a plane

Whoever commands us is not telling the truth

Like who predicts the weather

It's raining shit for the powerful

It will hurt, like pulling out two teeth

I am the poor people's dream

Already of those who have a dream because he has never had anything

I don't believe these false truths

You broke my dick half, half (Uh)

And I don't think anything will change

With this trend here, here (Uh)

I don't believe in these, I don't believe in these

I don't believe these false truths

And I don't believe it here, and I don't believe it here

And I don't think anything will change

Something will change (I don't think)

She will come back (I don't think)

Everything will work out

I don't think bro, I don't think bro, I don't think

Something will change (I don't think)

She will come back (I don't think)

Everything will work out

I don't think bro, I don't think bro, I don't think