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Genius English Translations - Lazza Ouv3rture English Translation Lyrics

[Part 1]

[Verse 1]
I come from the "Fuck are you looking at?"
Bro, whose ass is late
Tell Saint Peter I’m done
I’ll come by tomorrow and give him the keys
I hate that they ask only wishes
If for a record how much I try
We’ve all got 24 hours
Only I’ve made better use of them
I just want to steal her heart
To tear him apart, yes, whenever I want
I never write love songs, I’ll only write hate songs
I just want to make noise, herе they give the numbеrs, polynomial
Laughing while the world dies is saying, "Good night, sweet dreams"
I’m in a fight on the air, watching this scene that’s dying
Today I don’t even play, it was already too easy when I was out of shape
Here you do good and people forget
But if you hurt, remember
If I didn’t turn around I found my sixth sense, yes, of guilt
I smile to these snakes, even to you who praise me that behind me you speak badly
I understood the pace and I started to run before walking
I assure you, I am the same as when there was no champagne and caviar
You really thought a Michelin star would get me hungry?
Everything comes back but nothing comes back, I think it’s just a stupid saying
You know December 21st? For me, the world is long over
If you had a chance, I’d tell you to run
That maybe tomorrow they all get up, as if you score in the recovery
I can’t even hear you, bro, I know you’re pretending
I’ve got a rainbow in my pockets, and I always have something that matches
Today they know who I am on the street, from pussy to perp to mistress
Do you remember how it started? "I’m Zzala, motherfucker"
[Part 2]

[Chorus]
Snakes in the back, change the way
What’s the matter? I see you in paranoia
¿Qué lo que, mami? Call me Zzala
Money on money, it’s a mountain

[Verse 2]
I turn off the iPhone, I throw away the SIM
When they dry me worse than a hair dryer, Simsalabim
I disappear as soon as they give me the balance at the next club
It could have been worse, imagine if we were you
Two million followers, two million dickheads
I bet they are incapable, even with the best indications
I didn’t study languages or fashion
My head was already elsewhere, the way I dress I look polyglot
Italian fashion, French, Japan
You don’t have enough if you wanted beef, look for more valid excuses
We jump to unanimity, this one has two tits that look like three like an anime
If you make money you’re worth half as much as the old coin
I do a thousand tricks like Tony Hawk

[Chorus]
Snakes in the back, change the way
What’s the matter? I see you in paranoia
¿Qué lo que, mami? Call me Zzala
Money on money, it’s a mountain
Snakes in the back, change the way
What’s the matter? I see you in paranoia
¿Qué lo que, mami? Call me Zzala
Money on money, it’s a mountain