Italy's small
You wouldn't have believed everything, all was fake
I don't even smoke anymore, I quit
Liar
Liar
With that lying face
It was all a joke, I'm a liar
Your girlfriend understood that I'm a liar
From how I talk
To talk about it
I've got an anti-Montecarlo lifestyle
Lead it
Of the current rap
I wear yellow
Like catarrh
Oh no, now you're complaining about the lyrics
And about the music because it sounds like a police movie
I'm nothing if you compare me to the rest
I'd want to have your bank account, DJ Francesco
Brr Fibra ah ah ah Fibra
I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck
Brr Fibra ah ah ah Fibra
I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck
I come in peace (liar)
I never lie (liar)
I can't do it (liar)
You can't do it (liar)
I've got a thousand friends (liar)
I don't want mess (liar)
You're one of these (liar)
But you don't know (liar)
Fibra is known as a massive liar
I spoke Sardinian in school gatherings
I don't go in public, I send someone else
He doesn't look like me, he's fat, and a bit taller
I keep my rhythms fastened
In twenty square meters
I have death in my eyes
And I'm counting down the days
I deal with predictable subjects
Don't call me an artist
I'll create another world for you, even my therapist knows
The truth scares me in every way
Actually my dream was to become a journalist
I have emodramatic rap from domestic crisis
I have a WC in my bedroom and an anorexic girl in my bed
Brr Fibra ah ah ah Fibra
I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck
Brr Fibra ah ah ah Fibra
I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck
I come in peace (liar)
I never lie (liar)
I can't do it (liar)
You can't do it (liar)
I've got a thousand friends (liar)
I don't want mess (liar)
You're one of these (liar)
But you don't know (liar)
I want to feel supersonic
Take a look at my alcohol level
But I'm not flat on the floor
I get inside banks with a kalashnikov
Put your hands up everyone, because this is a robbery
I'm Fabri Fibra and I just killed my neighbor
And put my kitchen on fire
With a litre of gasoline
The flat has collapsed
Be careful, little girl
Oh no, now you're complaining about the lyrics
And about the music because it sounds like a police movie
I honestly can't even stand the rest
If you want to insult me, do it now
This is the choir
Brr Fibra ah ah ah Fibra
I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck
Brr Fibra ah ah ah Fibra
I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck
I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck
I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck
You bring me bad luck
You bring me bad luck
I take you off my stereo because you bring me bad luck
I come in peace (liar)
I never lie (liar)
I can't do it (liar)
You can't do it (liar)
I've got a thousand friends (liar)
I don't want mess (liar)
You're one of these (liar)
But you don't know (liar)