Mahmood - Moonlight Popolare(Feat. Massimo Pericolo |
|
Moonlight Popolare
Mahmood Feat. Massimo Pericolo [Verse 1: Mahmood] You talk about your life As it was written on the Quran Really me, like you I don't come from Bel Air, but I was born here Ask your friends that I paid What strange thing I did to move From the little church to the Top 10 Without a convertible nor a dad Mothers shout in chorus Sun outside the penitentiary Fathers without a job Look for life in house arrest But if you look up From this garden The moon looks like a sapphire Lost in the dark [Pre-Chorus: Mahmood] On the roofs the moonlight Shines like Shanghai You look it too From this neighborhood up My God, my God, my God The more you look it, the more I feel like to pray My God, my God, my God The moon from a public house [Chorus: Mahmood] The moon from a public house The moon from a public house [Bridge 1: Massimo Pericolo] Yo bro', turn on Google Maps Fly away from your city Anti-trap police Holy Mary full of crack [Verse 2: Massimo Pericolo] In the area I'm more famous than Drake If my life is a film, yours is a remake I have an extra gear because my new car has six I have got more than my parents, fuck all this fake (Eh-eh) And thay told me I would lose my mind But with the joint I only burned my sweatshirt Everything has changed except me (Yeah-yeah) Everything changed except me (Yeah-yeah) I read it on your face that we're alike We're always on guard like those who box If you're normal, they look strange at you But I'll make millions like "Polo Nord" We were told: "Ask, and it shall be given you" But the more you give, the more you are asked The only light in the dark is a shot But you are not the only one who has a Glock [Pre-Chorus: Mahmood] On the roofs the moonlight Shines like Shanghai You look it too From this neighborhood up My God, my God, my God The more you look it, the more I feel like to pray My God, my God, my God The moon from a public house [Chorus: Mahmood] The moon from a public house The moon from a public house [Bridge 2: Massimo Pericolo & Mahmood] How disgusting is working, brotha, I either rap or I deal drugs I do the manicure so I scratch my dick I went to the slammer, you worked your ass off But actually we both achive a shit If you are asked what you wolud do once you are grown up Reply: "All I need is balls to Do rights choises if you miss places and people" More than from the Grammys, I'll hear you from a call center [Outro] My God, my God, my God The more you look it, the more I feel like to pray My God, my God, my God The moon from a public house The moon from a public house The moon from a public house |
