Problemi Con Tutti [Giuda] [English translation]

You're not gonna become a king if you rent my castle

But for goodness' sake, I'll make it rain

On your old-fashioned wine

You're not gonna fuck with me even if you're reborn as me

You're medieval, you can't be reborn as me

Mania, polychromatically tattooed

I've got sails, so I can fly like Scampia1

Too much sugar under my tongue

Go away, go away, go away

Marshal come on, that stuff ain't mine

If you don't mind my asking, have you even been to the Diaz?

Okay, I don't even trust my family

I won't drink if the bottle is already open.

They take photos of me while I'm dying (Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch)

Jesus, what am I supposed to do? (Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch)

I'd just like to feel like I'm truly here

For each Judas there's a Jesus

Don't waste your time saving me.

I've got problems with everyone, problems with everyone,

Problems with everyone

For each Judas there's a Jesus

For each bandit a blue car.

In my car, the windows have never been the only smoked thing

You tell me evil, abrasive stuff

Oh come on, and they make me laugh

You know, I'm pretty good, she's kind of naive

We're all power games

Your body on my parquet

You've come, nothing but tears.

They take photos of me while I'm dying (Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch)

Jesus, what am I supposed to do? (Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch)

I'd just like to feel like I'm here

For each Judas there's a Jesus

Don't waste your time saving me.

I've got problems with everyone, problems with everyone,

Problems with everyone

For each Judas there's a Jesus

Don't waste your time saving me

I've got problems with everyone, problems with everyone,

Problems with everyone

For each Judas there's a Jesus

For each bandit a blue car.

1. Reference to a residential complex in the south of Naples called "Vele di Scampia", literally "Sails of Scampia", well known for its drug trafficking.