2017.09.20.
Will be born
Rising my hands and shouting to the wind
I love, life is my feelings
What will they say about me? Aboute me..
I'd like to find in this moment
The inner peace I don't carry inside
Get to you.. to you..
I live submerged in time
Invoking your love to the gods
So they carry me again
Rise me to the sky empowering this engine..
[Chorus]
A thousand stories will be born for you
We'll love again
Trying to be happy
A thousand stories will be born for me
And a memory to keep
And a thousand flowers for you..
I go out to the street beating time
I think about my life, all my memories
Which take to you.. to you..
I'd like to go back to those moments
Where happiness fills me inside, I smile again.. for you..
I live submerged in time
Invoking your love to the gods
So they carry me again
Rise me to the sky empowering this engine..
[Chorus] [x2]
FrankyMoon_
2017.09.04.
Grind
They ask 'How are you-you-you-you?'
They ask 'How's it going?', 'How's it going?', 'How's it going?'
But we never change, never no, never
We just stay on our grind
Yeah
[Verse 1]
S, to the F, to the R, to the A
Stop playin'
You've heard about it in your city (Hey)
I don't give a shit
I don't have anything to do with rap
With that and with the other
No excuse, I don't speak your language
But I'm sure your daughter likes it
I'm sure, she's been obsessed with trap for a minute
Ice-cold necklaces, I've got a broken heart
Already at my age
No more talking about my stuff, you're not old enough
What a drag, what a bore, what a long boring speech
I know, they told you I don't sing good
But I told you before: 'I don't give a shit'
You find a job and help out at home
Rather than asking your mom for money
No, you've never seen your fridge empty
That's why you don't see to it that your stomach is full
I filled the room with ugly thoughts
Then with a whole life's worth of stress
I tour Italy, overloading the locals
Meanwhile at home they're talking 'bout Sfera
[Chorus]
I never asked anyone for anything
Never anybody
No, I swear
Never anybody
On this grind
Big hit
You're on a treadmill
You run there
So you run, you run, you run, you run
Talk less, think about doing it a lot, a lot
Four in mate but now I'm counting
I open count, I become a count
Woo-ohh-ohhh
Woo-oh-oh-ohh
Woo-oh-oh-ohh
Woo-oh-oh-ohh
Woo ohh
Woo-oh-oh-ohh
Woo-oh-oh-ohh
Woo-oh-oh-ohh
Hey
[Verse 2]
I made that jump on empty
I reached the trophy on the podium
I made my first CD
My first golden CD
Hate speech
People fill their mouths with little
Dreams in the living room with soaking feet
The only thing I think about you is that you're a burden
Holy shit, such a burden
Woo
I don't follow your Insta, no
You love me seeing me in a magazine
I blow the fans kisses
I don't put on Vans
Uhh
I wrote a note on my iPhone that says:
[Chorus]
I never asked anyone for anything
Never anybody
No, I swear
Never anybody
On this grind
Big hit
You're on a treadmill
You run there
So you run, you run, you run, you run
Talk less, think about doing it a lot, a lot
Four in mate but now I'm counting
I open count, I become a count