WISCO Beats All the small ones on the periphery And I've never put a face that isn't mine Now I take aim, I make friends with the Ira They throw a party without taking a lira They say I'm the best lyricist The * I'm talking about I haven't seen it on Instagram But in the passenger seat of a party Stay close to me when it's dark Fast, pay attention when I speak Give me a heart that's no longer made of metal Give me the strength to climb the throne Forgive me again because I am what I am I ask you, I forgive you I don't know how to apologize I don't know who I am anymore It hurts, there's no cure I forgive, I forgive I forgive for what I am I forgive, I forgive I look at myself and I don't know who I am anymore These kids play with fake irons I'm playing Scoppa with extinct Neapolitans Flotto, Turin, Provençal or Bilader I grew up in the zone, not Dazon, but Fiazzet Look for Z-Killer in your area But the tongues, coca and stagnola I only have one dream and everything else can go to * And broken fists against the wall, I swear That I play to pieces like Ina My doctrine, laws of the bass like Cristina Better ask for forgiveness, * the rest Yes, but ask for forgiveness, at what price? I ask you, I forgive you I don't know how to apologize I don't know who I am anymore It hurts, there's no cure I forgive, I forgive I forgive for what I am I forgive, I forgive I look at myself and I don't know who I am anymore