[Chorus: SCH]
Think about me like I never left the hood
Our streets, our hearts were here
I know the hood by heart
I want to live there for one more summer
[Verse 1: Sfera Ebbasta]
She wants to smoke only my Mary Jane
She wants to ride at 200 only with me
She knows that this money doesn't mean anything for me
She wants to take the clouds like on a jet
But only with me
And she knows that we had nothing, no
She knows that I will take it all, now or after
She keeps for me the money in her Louis Vuitton
Dirty Cash, no, that wasn't made for us
One day we will be rich trust me
I know that there's no hurry or perhaps I'm more in a rush that you
I was watching the world, now I'm flying over it
Not on Google Maps anymore, but on an Emirates Flight
[Bridge: Sfera Ebbasta]
She wants to smoke only my Mary Jane
She wants to ride at 200 only with me
She knows that this money doesn't mean anything for me
She wants to take the clouds like on a jet, but only with me
[Chorus: SCH & Sfera Ebbasta]
Think about me like I
Never left the hood
Our streets, our hearts were here
I know the hood by heart
I want to live there for one more summer
[Verse 2: SCH]
Need two bitches to count the cash when there's too much of it
You would not have thought that we were going to come here
We're surely coming back soon
Bottles down the floor for the homies that has passed away
We're coming over your birthday with guns
We came to have a drink, not to thwart the party, nah
The woods, the marsh, strangulation, I have the CZ in my hands
Those fuckers used to say that there was nothing
That we were purchaser of dreams
My chick has a real man so she has the real Chanel shoes
300 kilos of Mary Jane in a Mercedes Benz
White hair, fingers turned yellow
Dad wants to become a kid again
I'm famous in Milan
I didn't ask for your name I did ask for how much
Dressed for 10 000, my friends hot, yours lukewarm
Bitch, I am this possessed child, I never asked for their help
I dream to smoke her down without reflexion, it is well-deserved
We're going loaded, puto, don't give a fuck about how much they are
I didn't tell that, if they knew where we came from perhaps they'd shut the hell up
All eyes on me like a new born
The night, I talk to the devil, blood on my hands
[Chorus: SCH & Sfera Ebbasta]
Think about me like I
Never left the hood
Our streets, our hearts were here
I know the hood by heart
I want to live there for one more summer
Cartine Cartier
So opposite you and me
Like cartine and Cartier
In rude places you and me
With cartine and Cartier
Cartine and Cartier, cartine and Cartier