[First stanza: Mahmood]
You speak of your life
As if it's written on the pages of the Koran
I, just like you,
I'm not from Bel Air,
I was born here
Ask your friends what I've payed
What weird thing I did for going
From a small church to the Top 10
With no convertible nor a dad
Mothers screaming in chorus
Alone out of the penitentiaries
Jobless fathers
Looking for life in house arrest
But if you look up from this garden
The moon looks like a lost sapphire in the dark
[Pre-chorus: Mahmood]
Over the roofs the moonlight
Shines like Shangai
You can see it too
Up from this neighbourhood
My God, my God, my God
And the more you look at it, the more you feel like praying
My God, my God, my God
The moon as seen from a council house
[Chorus: Mahmood]
The moon as seen from a council house
The moon as seen from a council house
[Bridge 1: Massimo Pericolo]
Hey, bro, use Google Maps
Fly away from your city
Anti-trap police
Holy Mary full of crack
[Second stanza: Massimo Pericolo]
Here I'm more famous than Drake is
If my life is a movie, yours is the remake
I have one more gear because my new car has six
I have more money than my parents, fuck all of these fakes (Eh-eh)
And I've been told I'd lose my mind
But with joints I've only burned my sweatshirt
Everything has changed except for me (Yeah-yeah)
Everything has changed except for me (Yeah-yeah)
I can see it in your face that we're alike
We always have our guard up like boxers
If you're normal, you get stared at
But I'll make millions like "Polo Nord"
We've been told: "Ask and you'll be given"
But not that the more you give and the more they ask
The only light in the dark is a gunshot
But you're not the only one with a Glock
[Pre-chorus: Mahmood]
Over the roofs the moonlight
Shines like Shangai
You can see it too
Up from this neighbourhood
My God, my God, my God
And the more you look at it, the more you feel like praying
My God, my God, my God
The moon as seen from a council house
[Chorus: Mahmood]
The moon as seen from a council house
The moon as seen from a council house
[Bridge 2: Massimo Pericolo & Mahmood]
Working sucks, bro, either I rap or I sell drugs
I get a manicure to scratch my balls
I've been to prison, you've worked hard
But factually the both of us have nothing in our hands
If they'll ask you what you'll become as a grown-up
Tell them: "I'll be okay with having the guts to
Make the right choices if I'll get places and people wrong"
Rather than the Grammies, I'll hear from you in a call center
[Outro: Mahmood]
My God, my God, my God
And the more you look at it, the more you feel like praying
My God, my God, my God
The moon as seen from a council house
The moon as seen from a council house
The moon as seen from a council house