Lyrics and translation Sina - Collane

Collane

Al collo i suoi collant, mica collane
Vogliono vedermi crollare, so decollare
Chiusi in studio perché Sina ha più fame
Come un cane però senza collare
Disaronno liscio, fumo tutto su quel palconcino in pizzo
Tra questi rapper spicco
Bella che fa in buchi a terra Mogadiscio
Se ripenso al culo dico: "Oh Cristo"

Ci hanno tolto tutto tranne l'appetito
Ma adesso c'ho più fame di Equitalia e del fisco
Alle quarto al Purple mi fai un fischio
Sbando sul ciglio un po' di succinto
20 anni e mille sbagli dentro i bagagli
Prendo aria ventaglio, solo una chance
Attitude senza charts, cosa è? Senti, fra'
Annabelle, stacco il cell, l'occhio sui dettagli

Al collo i suoi collant, mica collane
Collane, collane
Al collo i suoi collant, mica collane
Collane, collane
Vogliono solo vederti crollare
Crollare, crollare
Al collo i suoi collant, mica collane
Al collo i suoi collant, mica collane

Siamo abituati
A stare in equilibrio tra l'asfalto e i suoi lati sterrati
Ho un libero arbitrio nei cieli stellati
Per essere felici basta bere gratis
Mica siamo distratti, siamo disastri
Punti distanti, scarti di scarti, torni e poi scappi
Tolte le lenzuola resti nuda ora che
Siamo allo stesso livello se scendi dai tacchi

Scorre dentro al sangue come THC
Da vicino sembrano tutte kokemoguchi
Come premio a casa vi cito tutte geionshi
Mi alzo, è già venerdì, a rappare lo sai, ti cucino
Il muso cucito, lei sul cuscino, fuma kush fino
Che non perde tutte le sue forze, il sorriso
Mica son vivo, tra gli squali, fra', sopravvivo

Al collo i suoi collant, mica collane
Collane, collane
Al collo i suoi collant, mica collane
Collane, collane
Vogliono solo vederti crollare
Crollare, crollare
Al collo i suoi collant, mica collane
Al collo i suoi collant, mica collane

Necklaces

On her neck, her tights, not necklaces
They want to see me fall, I take off flying
Locked up in the studio because Sina is hungry
Like a dog but without a collar
Disaronno neat, I smoke everything on that lace balcony
I stand out among these rappers
So beautiful she blows holes in the ground like Mogadishu
If I think about the butt I say, "Oh Christ"

They took everything away from us except our appetite
But now I'm more hungry than the IRS and the taxman
Give me a whistle at 4 at the Purple
Skidding on the edge of a bit of skimpy
20 years old and a thousand mistakes in my luggage
I fan myself to cool down, just one chance
Attitude without charts, what is it? Listen up, bro
Annabelle, I hung up the phone, my eye on the details

On her neck, her tights, not necklaces
Necklaces, necklaces
On her neck, her tights, not necklaces
Necklaces, necklaces
They just want to see you fall
To fall, to fall
On her neck, her tights, not necklaces
On her neck, her tights, not necklaces

We are used to
To balancing between the asphalt and it's dirt roads
I have free will in the starry skies
To be happy, just drink for free
We are not distracted, we are disasters
Distant points, rejects of rejects, back and forth you run
Take away the sheets, now you're naked
We're on the same level if you come down from your heels

It flows through my blood like THC
Up close they all look like kokemoguchi
As a reward, I'll call you all geionshi at home
I get up, it's already Friday, to rap you know, I cook for you
Face sewn up, she's on the pillow, smoking kush until the end
She doesn't lose all her strength, her smile
I'm not alive, among the sharks, bro, I survive

On her neck, her tights, not necklaces
Necklaces, necklaces
On her neck, her tights, not necklaces
Necklaces, necklaces
They just want to see you fall
To fall, to fall
On her neck, her tights, not necklaces
On her neck, her tights, not necklaces