[Verse 1: Mahmood]
You talk about your life
As if it was written on the pages of the Koran
Just like you,
I'm not from Bel Air, but I was born here
You ask your friends what I paid
What strange things did I do to get
From a small church to the Top 10
Without a convertible nor a dad
Mothers shout in chorus
Sun's out of the penitentiaries
Jobless fathers
Looking for a life on house arrest
But if you look up from this garden
The moon looks like a sapphire lost in the dark
[Pre-Chorus: Mahmood]
On the roofs the moonlight
Shines like Shanghai
You see it too
Above, from this neighborhood
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 from a humble house
[Chorus: Mahmood]
The moon from a humble house
The moon from a humble house
[Bridge 1: Massimo Pericolo]
Yo, bro'! Put on Google Maps
Fly away from your city
Anti-trap police
Santa Maria full of crack
[Verse 2: Massimo Pericolo]
In this area I'm more famous than Drake
If my life is a movie, yours is the remake
I have an extra gear because a new car has six
I've got more money than my parents, fuck all these fake people (Eh-eh)
And they said I would lose my mind
But with the joints I only burned a sweatshirt
Everything's changed but me (Yeah-yeah)
Everything's changed but me (Yeah-yeah)
I read it on your face that we're alike
We're always on our guard like boxers
If you're normal, they look at you strangely
But I'll make millions like "Polo Nord"
We were told "Ask and it will be given to you"
But nobody said that the more you give, the more they'll ask
The only light in the dark is a gunshot
But you're not alone carrying a Glock
[Pre-Chorus: Mahmood]
On the roofs the moonlight
Shines like Shanghai
You see it too
Above, from this neighborhood
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 from a humble house
[Chorus: Mahmood]
The moon from a humble house
The moon from a humble house
[Bridge 2: Massimo Pericolo & Mahmood]
Working is disgusting, bro', either I rap or I deal
I'll have a manicure so I can scratch my dick
I've been locked up, you've worked hard
But at the end we both have nothing in our hands
If they ask you what you will do growing up
Reply: "All I need is to have the balls
To make the right choices if I choose wrong places and people"
I'll hear you from a call center rather than the Grammys
[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 from a humble house
The moon from a humble house
The moon from a humble house