[Lyric] Fabri Fibra - Cocaine English Translation (Genius Translations)

[Intro: Fabri Fibra]
Ah

[Chorus: Fabri Fibra]
I throw a little cocaine in the game
On the beat it’s far west, bro, John Wayne
You talk badly, not bad, I don’t know who you are, who you are
When we were six rapping
There wasn’t all this stress
Talking about drugs and sex
I wanted to push myself to excess
Politically incorrect
Yes, yes, yo

[Verse 1: Fabri Fibra]
Enemy of the state, italian rap adult and vaccinated
I don’t care about soccer, bro, I don’t go to the stadium
I write these handgrenades, I make the building explode
I hate thе vatican, I beg you, God, give me a hand
Actually, givе me a stage, it’s time for payback
All the shit I’ve ingested and the substances I’ve done
How much success do I need to feel loved?
Because in the end I know I’ll get cheated
[Chorus: Fabri Fibra & Guè)
I throw a little cocaine in the game
On the beat it’s far west, bro, John Wayne
You talk badly, not bad, I don’t know who you are, who you are
When we were six rapping
There wasn’t all this stress
Talking about drugs and sex
I wanted to push myself to excess
Politically incorrect (Yeah)
Yes, yes, yo (G-U-È)

[Verse 2: Guè]
I break down the fence, I enter in action
Fuck cancel culture (Fuck)
They want to fuck with my brain like Freud (Never)
Block me from making money like Floyd (Mayweather)
Either send the arresters, or leave me alone with the lyrics (Ah, ah)
Or I’ll explode like Tetsuo
I’ve got Tiestos boombox in my cranium (Yeah)
My delivery (Yeah) must not die like Misery (Never)
I don’t know if we are free

[Chorus: Fabri Fibra & Salmo]
I throw a little cocaine in the game
On the beat it’s far west, bro, John Wayne
You talk badly, not bad, I don’t know who you are, who you are
When we were six rapping
There wasn’t all this stress
Talking about drugs and sex
I wanted to push myself to excess
Politically incorrect
Yes, yes, yo (Ah)
[Verse 3: Salmo]
Paintings for the blind (Ah), children for the priests (Ah)
We are poems for illiterates
I spit venom like tight relatives, bring the mouthguard
Because life here is a punch in the mouth, Fachinetti (Pew, pew)
I’m dying day by day (Bu), living night by night (Ah)
I touch the notes, bro, and they become a miracle
If there is no turnaround (Uh), fucking bills (Ah)
Who gives a fuck, throw the heart beyond the obstacle