Lyrics and translation Baby K feat. Madh - Fakeness

Fakeness

Ah
Con il mio ego, gemelle
Le mie sorelle, caramelle
Opere d'arte, best seller
Hell Angels, che selle
Mi hanno detto: "Baby ne vedrai di belle"
Ho risposto: "Non serve che mi dici niente"
Butta fuori alla porta, in attacco
In tiro col tacco di tacco
Rudy Feller
Entriamo, il degrado
L'ex sul divano col drink annacquato
Ho la pelle d'oca, lei è una oca pelle
Due baffi così, bella è Tom Selleck
Faccio finta di niente, macchè pacco DHL
Se gli sguardi potessero uccidere, sarei morta da un tot al primo shot
A prayer for the dummies dancing at the disco
Wood clones like machines under a hypno syndrome
Everybody drunk of hateness
Alcohol fulla, fulla, fulla, fakeness
Fulla fakeness
Fulla fakeness
Fulla fakeness
Fakeness
Fakeness
Tu mi odi, sono lo specchio
E io ti amo, per dispetto
Tu stai fuori, torna presto
La tua opinione, chi te l'ha chiesta?
Stacco gli occhi di dosso
E li metto nel cocktail adesso
Presi male nel posto
Come Tina Cipollari
No, Maria, io esco
È guerra aperta, amiche in allerta
Pronti, partenza, al mio tre, si twerka
Sì, che le scuoto, scatta una foto
Le chiappe in moto, pare un terremoto
Volano unghie finte, extension
E verso la fine pari Marilyn Manson
Siamo nel party, che ore sono?
Le sei Bacardi, abbandono
A prayer for the dummies dancing at the disco
Wood clones like machines under a hypno syndrome
Everybody drunk of hateness
Alcohol fulla, fulla, fulla fakeness
Fulla fakeness
Fulla fakeness
Fulla fakeness
Fakeness
Fakeness
Fakeness
A prayer for the dummies dancing at the disco
Wood clones like machines under a hypno syndrome
Everybody drunk of hateness
Alcohol fulla fakeness
Army of animatronics
People gettin' bionic
Spending their time thinking about the way to spend da money
But honey, honey, honey
You ain't sweet like honey
You more bitter than a coffee without sugar honey
Don't try to be something that you're not ready to be
Because the originality is just for people like me
Put your fucking bitches into the black party
Tell'em to shake their body 'cause every, fucking body wanna see
Every fucking body wanna see
Every fucking body wanna see
Fakeness
Fakeness
Baby K

Fakeness

Ah
With my ego, twins
My sisters, candies
Works of art, best-sellers
Hell Angels, what saddles
They told me: "Baby, you'll see some nice things"
I replied: "You don't have to tell me anything"
Kick out the door, on the attack
In a heel with a heel
Rudy Feller
We enter, the degradation
The ex on the couch with the watered-down drink
I have goose bumps, she's a goose bump skin
Two mustaches like that, she's beautiful Tom Selleck
I pretend nothing, what a DHL package
If looks could kill, I would have been dead from a bit of the first shot
A prayer for the dummies dancing at the disco
Wooden clones like machines under a hypnosis syndrome
Everybody drunk with hatred
Full of alcohol, full of, full of fakeness
Full of fakeness
Full of fakeness
Full of fakeness
Fakeness
Fakeness
You hate me, I'm the mirror
And I love you, out of spite
You stay out, come back soon
Your opinion, who asked you for it?
I take my eyes off you
And I put them in the cocktail now
Feeling bad in the place
Like Tina Cipollari
No, Maria, I'm leaving
It's open war, friends on alert
Ready, go, on my three, you twerk
Yeah, that I shake them, take a picture
The buttocks in motion, it looks like an earthquake
Fake nails, extensions fly
And towards the end like Marilyn Manson
We're at the party, what time is it?
Six Bacardi, I'll give up
A prayer for the dummies dancing at the disco
Wooden clones like machines under a hypnosis syndrome
Everybody drunk with hatred
Full of alcohol, full of fakeness
Full of fakeness
Full of fakeness
Full of fakeness
Fakeness
Fakeness
Fakeness
A prayer for the dummies dancing at the disco
Wooden clones like machines under a hypnosis syndrome
Everybody drunk with hatred
Full of alcohol fakeness
Army of animatronics
People getting bionic
Spending their time thinking about the way to spend da money
But honey, honey, honey
You're not as sweet as honey
You're more bitter than a coffee without sugar honey
Don't try to be something that you're not ready to be
Because originality is just for people like me
Put your fucking whores in the black party
Tell them to shake their body because every, fucking, body wants to see
Every fucking body wants to see
Every fucking body wants to see
Fakeness
Fakeness
Baby K