Everybody follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me,
Everybody follow me, follow me, follow me...
The stomachache doesn't go away, some facts make me throw up
I wouldn't call it madness
I have a desire of evading which takes me away
I work too much and I'm never home
I accumulate stress, I told you it's my fault
if I did the pharmacy course
at this point I would have a degree and anyway
tell me how many graduates have the guarantee
of not becoming dishwashers in a pizzeria
\"Nice to meet you I'm Fibra, are you the mother?
Do you know that your daughter at 16 is already a bitch?
And goes around the classroom with her belly half naked
in front of a teacher who has eyes of a barracuda.\"
My salary seems like a utopia
I want to go on holiday I'm going in Tunisia
or maybe at the Red Sea don't tell me it's forbidden
will I be so unlucky to get in the middle of an attack?
Everybody follow me, I want to vent, understand me
The stomachache doesn't go away, some facts make me throw up
Everybody follow me, I want to vent, understand me
The stomachache doesn't go away, some facts make me throw up
Four days in Canazei, you can't even imagine the things I could
I could fire a shot in my head if I wake up one morning next to a gay
I could I could lose my memory if I see my ex who became a nun
I could demolish this old school
I could flood it with tinfoil
I could not have company because I lost millions at the lottery
but tell me: do you believe in the lottery?
Do you know someone who won the lottery?
I called Wanna Marchi at the secretariat
to know how much money I spend
but what can I do? Do I report it to the police or do I tell Striscia[1]?
See, this is democracy!
Everybody follow me, I want to vent, understand me
The stomachache doesn't go away, some facts make me throw up
Everybody follow me, I want to vent, understand me
The stomachache doesn't go away, some facts make me throw up
Have you seen a girl getting off from the motorbike?
A moment after she died falling in the void
with the guy that she thought she was doing as a joke
but the notice for that hole was put just a bit after
I go around in car with a worn-out face
while I drive I speak at the phone and put on a tie
five deaths out of ten for distracted driving
who made this absurd statistic?
Yet this truck is going to squash me in a bit
its' not like I have the van Gogh, who are you chasing?
Can you hear this voice? Can you see this face?
I am Fabri Fibra, it's scrap paper!
I don't want children and my parents know it
because I don't trust anymore the schools that are made
these roofs that collapse, where are they going?
Do I have to count all the children that die every year?
Everybody follow me, I want to vent, understand me
The stomachache doesn't go away, some facts make me throw up
Everybody follow me, I want to vent, understand me
The stomachache doesn't go away, some facts make me throw up
Everybody follow me, follow me, follow me...