Everybody follow me, follow me, follow me, follow mw
everybody follow me, follow me, follow me...
Stomachache never ends , certain facts make me
vo-vo-vomit.
I wouldn't call it stupidity
I have a Will to invade, that takes me away
I work too much, I am never in my house
I accumulate stress I've told you, it it also my fault
if had done farmacology course
now , nevertheless I would have a diploma
tell me how many aspirants have a garanty
not to end as dishcleaners in a pizzeria
/" Pleasure to meet you, my name is Fibra, you are a mum?
Do you know your 16 years old daughter is a whore ?
And walks in classes half naked
in front of a professor whose eyes are like barracuda."/
My salary is similar to an utopia
I want to go on holidays in Tunisia
or even to Red Sea and don't tell me, it is forbidden
I'll be so exhausted to finish among an attack?
Everybody follow me, I have a will to vent, understand me
Stomachache never ends, certain facts make me
vo-vo- vomit.
Everybody follow me, I have a will to vent, understand me
Stomachache never ends, certain facts make me vo-vo- vomiting.
Four days in Canazei, you don't even immagine, the things you should to
you could shoot me to my head if in the morning I wake up next to gay
I could, I could lose a memory if I see my ex girlfriend who bacame a nun
I could demolish this old school
I could attach it in staniol paper
I could not to have a company because I've lost millions in lottery
but tell me: do you believe in lottery?
I called Wanna Marchi in secretary
to see how much money I spent
what I am doing, I report to the police or I tell to Striscia?
You'll see, this is a democracy!
Everybody follow me, I have a will to vent, understand make me-vo- vomit.
Everybody follow me, I have a will to vent, understand me
Stomachache never ends, certain facts make me
vomit.
Have you seen a girl going down off a motor cycle?
A second after she is dead, falling in a hole
with a boy who taught she would play her a game
but a warning of this hole, they put her a little after
I drive a car with my crazy face
while I am driving I phone and I put on my tie
five dead of ten for distracted drive
who did this statistic nonsense?
But this truck after drives me on
I don't have van Gogh whom you give this hunt?
Do you hear this voice? Do you see that face?
My name is Fabri Fibra, and thorn paper!
I don't want children, and my parents know
because I don't trust schools they learn to
those roofs that scroll where they go?
Do you want me to count dead children every year?
Everybody follow me, I have a will to vent, understand me
Stomachache never ends, certain facts make me vo-vo- vomit.
Everybody follow me, I have a will to vent, understand me
Stomachache never ends, certain facts make me vomit.
Everybody follow me, follow me, follow me...