Touché (ITA) – SBARCATO NEL ’90

Touché (ITA) – SBARCATO NEL ’90 Lyrics

Artist: Touché (ITA)
Song: SBARCATO NEL ’90

Yeah, Touché
Grr-ah
Ho sempre avuto cibo, ma non mi passa la fame
Mio padre non mi ha riempito dicendomi cazzate

E preso come un uomo da quando bevevo latte
(C’ho le palle grosse, se vuoi vieni a controllare)
Sbarcato nel novanta, non sa cos’è una banca
Vende sigarette e poi la notte dorme in spiaggia

[?] di soldi e le puttane, non mi basta
Voglio vedere mia madre col sorriso in faccia
L’unica donna che non mi farebbe male
Le altre invece controllano cosa ho nеlle tasche

Ti do il cazzo, ma il mio cuore lo tеngo da parte
Ho spento i sentimenti da quando mi hai fatto male
A sette anni mio zio in casa coi domiciliari
Bamba, ketch, MD sotto i suoi divani

[?] , kho, le sue popolari
Famiglie di sinti, marocchini e shqiptari
Sempre saputo cos’era il meglio per me
Ma il quartiere mi ha sempre offuscato la mente

E ora che le lancette puntano su di me
Punto su me stesso e punto sulla mia di mente
Se non fosse per lui ora sarei in Marocco
Voi vi lamentate perché state nelle popo

Siamo abituati a vivere con poco
Pensa a come vivremo quando saremo apposto (Yeah)
Ora invece vuoi due [?] sul Cayenne, grazie, papà
Se non era per te oggi non ero in Italia

Sto lavorando duro per comprarci casa
Sono il minorenne più b#stardo d’Italia (Eh)
Drill
TY1, Touché

Vettosi (Grr, pow)
Grr, Louis Vuitton
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SBARCATO NEL ’90 Lyrics – English Translation

Yeah, Touché
Grr-ah
I have always had food, but it doesn’t go hungry
My father didn’t fill me by telling me b#llsh#t

And taken as a man since I drinked milk
(I have big balls, if you want to check)
Landed in ninety, he doesn’t know what a bank is
Sells cigarettes and then the night sleeps on the beach

[?] Of money and wh#res, I’m not enough for me
I want to see my mother with a smile in the face
The only woman who wouldn’t hurt me
The others instead check what I have nеlle pockets

I’ll give you the f#ck, but my heart is tento
I turned off feelings since you hurt me
At seven years my uncle at home with house household
Bamba, Ketch, MD under its sofas

[?], Kho, his popular ones
Sinti, Moroccan and ShQiptari families
Always known what was the best for me
But the neighborhood has always blurred my mind

And now that the hands focus on me
Point on myself and point on my mind
If it weren’t for him now I would be in Morocco
You complain because you are in the Popo

We are used to living with little
Think about how we will live when we are affixed (yeah)
Now do you want two [?] On Cayenne, thanks, Daddy
If it wasn’t for you today I wasn’t in Italy

I’m working hard to buy home
I am the most b#stard minor of Italy (eh)
Drill
TY1, Touché

Vettosi (GRR, POW)
Grr, louis vuitton
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Touché (ITA) Lyrics – SBARCATO NEL ’90

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From the album:
IL MINORENNE + BASTARDO [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021

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