Song: | PRIMO PASSO |
Singer: | Promessa |
Music: | Leezo, B3 (ITA) |
Lyrics: | Promessa, Leezo, B3 (ITA) |
Album: | DANZA DEL GRANO (2024) |
PRIMO PASSO Lyrics (English Translation)
[Intro]
Leezo
Call if
[Verse 1]
Call if you’re busy or not at all (No, bro)
I closed a deal, now they call me ”Prome'” (Yes, yes)
Mi sento protetto come dentro un vetro
Shards on the ground on my way home on foot
This life is a burden but I took it in half
As if it were worth less, you know what I mean
I hope it’s a Mercedes that makes me change direction
And a penthouse that makes me feel at home, I’m
Peaceful only if there’s dry, never
Said I can do without it
Cocks I forget I have
Crazy people fight with beers
My guys who are full only if there’s something to drink
I’m with Marti, I’ll be late to the party
You talk because it’s free but you spit where you eat
Money in a book until it’s a f**king dictionary
[Chorus]
In the street next to the sirens
These reeds make us thirsty
And it’s not true that you reap what you sow
In the area there are grams of flowers inside the hedges (The hedges)
My brother has changed more houses than suits
More d!cks than girls, more tears than excuses (Seh, seh)
Until a king dies like Martin Luther
Until a king dies like Martin Luther
[Verse 2]
I Dogo in elementary school, I don’t f**k with “Ai se eu te pego”
I don’t even know what it means, I admit it
That Gucci hat package for my brother is a helmet
From Bico to Buccinasco minors on the Sirietto
A b!tch who speaks badly is of no use to me (No, bro)
Your G with a thousand rods is of no use to me
I have the situations in my hands, I move like puppets
I give a cigarette to a homeless man, I tell him: “Life lies” (Seh)
I don’t give a damn, I mix wine with talent
He has me listened to Talete, this one next to me thinks she’s a relative
August in the area, the wall is sweating
Where I come from rap is a village parade
Where I come from a brother speaks like his father
Rods in the pockets, at school to steal (Rods in the pockets)
Rods in the pockets, I have nothing to learn, seh
[Chorus]
In the street next to the mermaids
These reeds make us thirsty
And it’s not true that you reap what you sow
In the area there are grams of flowers inside the hedges (The hedges)
My brother has moved several houses what suits (Seh, seh)
More cocks than sh!ts, more tears than excuses
Until a king dies like Martin Luther
Until a king dies like