Cash in the piggy bank
Happy Days goes on the radio
Boulevard pays the notary
My closet is sold out
I'm in the dictionary
I'm Records is my barium< br/>I ride the hype like with the mountain bike
My friends and I, here, look like the Jackson Five
In the subway and on the deckchairs we always do freestyle
Ciak, and spin, online video
Your label is creating a Frankenstein
Don't have red eyes if you see me on the homepage
Because I have red eyes and I'm lost in the gate
From a rags to a star all on a skate
Hey, how I love this rap
Not today
I can't get off
My manager says that
The record must sell
A thousand thousand copies don't pick me up
I still have to write quite a bit
A thousand thousand stories, woo ohh
Woo uh woo ohh
Woo uhh ohh
/>And how many things change
Companies fall apart
Interviews call
And fans sing in Arabic
Class note, we skipped the test
Never been first in class but we are first in the rankings
Super-mega-ultra what a story
I take the microphone away from whoever sings Vittoria
I smoke and I get paranoid and I forget the lyrics
But they know these memory
(Resolutions for September?)
Mmhhh, get my driving license
Too many people on the subway, stop smoking forever
But il disco you say That sells
Mmhhh, it depends
What?
It depends
On what?
It depends
Not today
I can't go down
My manager says that
The album has to sell
A thousand thousand copies don't pick me up
br/>I still have a lot to write
A thousand thousand stories, woo ohh
Woo uh woo ohh
Woo uhh ohh