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Dear friend, I call you, but you don't answer
Look at yourself, look at yourself, look at yourself, you look like the devil
Maybe I won't call back, maybe I won't call back
Friend, I call you, but you don't answer
Look at yourself, look at yourself, look at yourself, you look like the devil
Maybe I won't call back, maybe I won't call back
The devil is a scoundrel, he acts like a friend
He stays close to you, I don't trust him
I always have a Quran in my pocket, words of God
He speaks to me in a whisper
I protect a little brother who makes the sign of the cross
The energy in the outskirts shouldn't be wasted on drugs
We have the strength, yes, to shake things up
When it rains, it pours, when it's sunny, it cooks
Time doesn't pass here, if it does, it's too fast
Milan is like a school divided into groups
And if you and I know something, everyone already knows it
Skinny knows who I'm with and who I hang out with
He wants rap from me because he knows how I chew it
And there's an exceptional sunset, but I'm on my cell phone
Checking the income, my mother sees the expenses
Numbers, I keep counting, the eyes have to get used to it
I've tripled my father, Goddamn
Dear friend, I call you, but you don't answer
Look at yourself, look at yourself, look at yourself, you look like the devil
Maybe I won't call back, maybe I won't call back
Friend, I call you, but you don't answer
Look at yourself, look at yourself, look at yourself, you look like the devil
Maybe I won't call back, maybe I won't call back
My house of broken boxes, Milan
No balcony, not a single penny
There was dust before those trophies
Some tourist ended up in my neighborhood
I felt like in a microwave, not in my head
I don't know a flight without turbulence
A point without a sheet, make a hole in an obstacle
Son of a b*tch, I think you should crawl
The devil, pride, let's go, you know it
Empty and paranoid, then I try the devil again
Two friends to move forward
They sing different notes even if they are in the same room
I've always done it myself to spite you
Nothing to lose, I'll wait for you in hell
But I can't be alone anymore
Where are you?
Dear friend, I call you, but you don't answer me
Look at you, look at you, look at you, you look like the devil
Maybe I won't call back, maybe I won't call back
Friend, I call you, but you don't answer me
Look at you, look at you, look at you, you look like the devil
Maybe I won't call back, maybe I won't call back
Milan leads to overdue bills
Clothespins fallen on shirts under the light
The sun does not pass through, the buildings filter the rays
Not even a heart can warm itself among the scaffolding
It's the right taste of the city, bro, mad bulls
Withered flowers, gray buildings with graffiti
She wears designer trousers, but it's a backstory
The nineties with tribals on your back, baby
Whatever you want, do what you want, but don't ask me any questions
Skinny is with us controlling the wheel
Michael J. Fox, this devil wants my soul on fire
Dear friend, I call you, but you don't answer me
Look at you, look at you, look at you, you look like the devil
Maybe I won't call back, maybe I won't call back
Friend, I call you, but you don't answer me
Look at you, look at you, look at you, you look like the devil
Maybe I won't call back, maybe I won't call back
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