We all walking
Walking, walking dead
We all walking
Walking, walking dead
Walking dead
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m alive
Or are we walking
Walking dead
I just woke up
In a sharpened bed
Gotta survive in this land
Sell all my records
Don’t bargain my stems
Ship gon’ sink
I’m a captain on hiatus
Take a look at the radar
Rappers are dying
Dead bodies
I just put ’em
Inside the refrigerator
Energy generator
Amidst this mud I’m a gator
And I don’t need
No Gatorade
I was fourteen
Bumpin’ levitate, levitate
Hoping that something
Would change
But I understood that words
Gеt lost in the sand
Instead, I wrote all thеse raps
Hoping that someone
Would cut me a deal
Just met Sabino Curcio in Turin
Posted at NoBS Tattoo Club
I’ve been waiting for three hours
Then asked him to chat
When he was about to light one
You speak very good English
That’s what he replied
I’m like sh#t I know
No other Italian
Can rap like this
And shoutout his zone
Like I do
Didn’t ya know
Like Erykah Badu
We all
We all walking
Walking, walking dead
Walking dead
Hustle day and night
For this bread
For this bread
Left all my problems
Behind
You’re not the sharpest
Tool in the shed
You’re just looking
For friends
When you down bad
Nobody gon’ save ya (X2)
Volto coperto
Per entrare a casa
Senti l’odore di erba tagliata
Puzza di morto
Sepolto per strada
Shottami il cuore
Non pensare a nada
Lisa, Cleopatra
Lasciami qua, fra
Non ritornare dove
Non pensavi di stare
Pensavi di stare
Pensavi di stare
Dentro al mio
Hu-hu-hula hoop
Mangio la tua favi come uramaki
Diglielo
Cucino tempura
Contando i carati nello zoo
Serpenti e pantere
Mi proteggono
Bella bro
Sguinzaglia il Rottweiler
Dalla testa
Nati sbagliati
Bimbi soldati
Dammi più B
Se mi parli di soldi
Emporio Armani
Sopra jet privati
Sembra una sitcom
Di Massimo Boldi
Faccia da porci
Fra’, delinquenti
Zombie camminano
In strada smarriti
Fogli di coca
Nella sua giacca portano amore
Per tutta la via
Davide contro Golia
Perché siam contro leggi di natura
Tiriamo sempre ‘sta cazzo di corda
Finché finiamo a pagare in natura
Giuro, mi piace
Toccare il fondo
Fino alla fine dell’ultimo giorno
Perdo la testa se hai conseguenze
Che portano a fottere
L’unico stronzo
Baby
We all
We all walking
Walking, walking dead
Walking dead
Hustle day and night
For this bread
For this bread
Left all my problems
Behind
You’re not the sharpest
Tool in the shed
You’re just looking
For friends
When you down bad
Nobody gon’ save ya (x2)
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