COMA Lyrics – Rasty Kilo
Singer: Rasty Kilo
Title: COMA
[Kilo] Ah, jo
Sogno la California
Fuggire dalla fogna
Sul polso la corona
Rolex Daytona
Penso che posso farmi
Mentre tu pensi a odiarmi
So già che non ci credi
So già che non ci ami
Ho davvero mosso quei chili
Toccato le armi
Sporcato le mani
Vissuto il doppio degli anni
Giocano da grandi a fare i bambini
Noi da bambini costretti a fare i grandi
Ho visto uomini per soldi diventare puttane
E donne senza soldi tirar fuori le palle
Cielo grigio piombo sopra le palme
Odore di sangue, stiamo a Ostia non a Los Angeles
Non sai da dove vengo e chi cazzo sono
Tu commenti dalla cameretta, io dormivo in soggiorno
Veniamo al mondo senza volerlo
Ho perso tutto e l’ho ripreso
E se lo riperdo me lo riprendo
Vecchi amici, giacca nuova
Nuovo giorno, stessa storia
Fumo viola, conto viola
Guardo l’ora, 4 e 20 PM mi sveglio dal coma
Vecchi amici, giacca nuova
Nuovo giorno, stessa storia
Fumo viola, conto viola
Guardo l’ora, 4 e 20 PM mi sveglio dal coma
Io sono boogieman
Tu sei b#llsh#t man
Stai a Uzi Land
Esci con i buchi man
Fanculo il music bis
L’industria, i rapper, i beef
Le views, gli stream
Non c’entra un cazzo con questi qui
Ho trasformato morte in soldi
Fame in gioia
Fama e gloria, la mia vita è storia
Non so chi sei né che tu voglia
Ma oggi non parlarmi, non ci sono e non c’ho voglia
Vecchi amici, giacca nuova
Nuovo giorno, stessa storia
Fumo viola, conto viola
Guardo l’ora, 4 e 20 PM mi sveglio dal coma
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COMA – English Translation
[KILO] Ah, Jo
Dream California
Sewage
On the wrist the crown
Rolex Daytona
I think I can do
While you think you hate me
I already know you don’t believe it
I already know you don’t love us
I really moved those kilos
Touched the weapons
Sparkled hands
Lived twice twice
They play great to make children
We have been forced to make big ones
I saw men for money becoming wh#res
And women without money pull out the balls
Gray sky lead over palm trees
Blood smell, we are in Ostia not in Los Angeles
You don’t know where I come from and who the f#ck are
You comments from the bedroom, I slept in the living room
We come to the world without wanting it
I lost everything and I resumed it
And if I reflected it I recover it
Old friends, new jacket
New day, same story
Purple smoke, purple account
I look at the time, 4 and 20 pm I wake up from the coma
Old friends, new jacket
New day, same story
Purple smoke, purple account
I look at the time, 4 and 20 pm I wake up from the coma
I am boogieman
You are b#llsh#t Man
You’re in Uzi Land
Exit with the man holes
f#ck the Music bis
Industry, rapper, beefs
The views, the streams
He has no f#ck with these here
I transformed death into money
Hunger in joy
Fame and glory, my life is history
I don’t know who you are or that you want
But today don’t talk to me, I’m not there and I don’t want to
Old friends, new jacket
New day, same story
Purple smoke, purple account
I look at the time, 4 and 20 pm I wake up from the coma
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Lyrics Rasty Kilo – COMA
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