Terr1 Lyrics English Translation by Kid Yugi
Wandering around with vultures, indeed, a falcon followed us
When I mix alcohol, I bring it down, I climb at most
In every sense, sharp double cuts, I don’t fade a damn
Weapons in the port of Taranto, turns into Pearl Harbor
This product sends you to the moon like Neil Armstrong
My idol is a singing black man, not Louis Armstrong
Dirty banknotes, they pass heets in the bathroom
We used to pay 8.30 for a kilo of damn smoke
Oh my God, I made money by not saying almost anything
Talking about white stuff, weapons, love like a rough guy
Money is an obsession, for them, I am a sleepwalker
They gave me a voice, I swear I won’t become voiceless again, gyah
I caused more damage than expected
Friends in jail in France, like the Count of Monte Cristo
I was at a crossroads, either I risk it or I risk it
In Massafra, only climbs and drugged people like in San Francisco
Yo, southerner, southerner, southerner, southerner
I’m having lunch at my mom’s, dinner at a fancy place
Southerner, southerner, southerner, southerner
Friends with long beards that terrify everyone
Southerner, southerner, southerner, southerner
I shake hands with everyone, from the little arm to the assessor
Southerner, southerner, southerner, southerner
Being the best has become an obsession
Loc doesn’t care if it’s cold from Monday to Friday
Loc works hard if he doesn’t want to
And southern women are demanding, and northern women are expensive
They come to you and peel you
Either because of envy, or because of men
Or because daughters are standing still
In any case, I keep my head up
Ugh, but what king? I almost nibble the pop
The clown, I don’t want anything, I almost make you a ghost
A night but I’m on top, and a thread, a never-ending one
And spend all this money, did I kill it and not realize it?
I don’t come neither before nor after
I’m tied up everywhere
Beautiful video when I put on the red machines
Based on assumptions, when they rent, they are ours
Naples is a friend, Naples is life
Ta-ta-ta in front of the red machine
But what does it say, to understand if I understood
I have a fear of salaries, so now I have to move (move, move)
Poor those who run ahead
Don’t overtake, but the signs for the blind
They pull me back, if you pay attention, it’s a sign
Enough, what was demonstrated, I think I’ve already done it
Southerner, southerner, southerner, southerner
I’m having lunch at my mom’s, dinner at a fancy place
Southerner, southerner, southerner, southerner
Friends with long beards that terrify everyone
Southerner, southerner, southerner, southerner
I shake hands with everyone, from the little arm to the assessor
Southerner, southerner, southerner, southerner
Being the best has become an obsession