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100-EURO BILLS





Sick Luke, Sick Luke
 

You're born crying, you die crying
I put half of it away in the bank and I spend the other half
I go to hell, I make my entrance laughing
And let's see who's the devil now
More money, more snitches (more snitches)
Little horses like a Ferrari, ah, yeah 1
You're born crying, you die crying
I put half of it away in the bank and I spend the other half
Everything with hundred-euro bills (Go, go, go, go)
 

I don't eat fats, I always take the yolk out of the eggs
My friend isn't gay, he sells pink powder
I go to the Ariston theater, I make my mom happy (Yeah) 2
I bet fifty K on Gaia's victory (Fifty thousand) 3
Italian, all Gucci like Sinner (All Gucci) 4
On Christmas I buy her a bag and a filler (yeah, yeah)
I don't want her to be sad, for her I could be a killer (okay)
Surprise in my balls like in the Kinder egg (Grr-pow)
I'm the man of the year (yeah), full cartridge (yeah)
I call her 'mon amour' (yeah), I eat pasta, not couscous (yeah, yeah)
Tony makes money, the cow goes 'moo'
I'm too high, I struggle to come down
 

You're born crying, you die crying
I put half of it away in the bank and I spend the other half
I go to hell, I make my entrance laughing
And let's see who's the devil now
More money, more snitches (more snitches)
Little horses like a Ferrari, ah, yeah 1
You're born crying, you die crying
I put half of it away in the bank and I spend the other half
Everything with hundred-euro bills (ah)
 

Russian kiss, she gives me Judas's kiss
Dinner at Zuma's, GHB and nobody's raping me
Strictly fuchsia my IQOS Iluma
My friend takes a puff of cooked and a puff of raw
I can assure you I've never seen a watch that has
Less than three complications on the left wrist
Two girls in the room making scissors
Come down in Apulia by car, you come back with no wheels like the Flintstones
I drink New York Sour because I like its name
I lick the pigeon, I make more than a million
I'm twenty-three, but you must call me 'sir'
G-Class looks like an elephant, I feel like Scipio 5
 

You're born crying, you die crying
I put half of it away in the bank and I spend the other half
I go to hell, I make my entrance laughing
And let's see who's the devil now
More money, more snitches (more snitches)
Little horses like a Ferrari, ah, yeah 1
You're born crying, you die crying
I put half of it away in the bank and I spend the other half
Everything with hundred-euro bills
 
  • 'Cavallini' are young drug dealers that must obey their boss. Ferrari has a horse as its symbol, often called 'cavallino rampante'
  • 2. The Ariston theater is where the Sanremo Festival is held. It's the most important music competition in Italy
  • 3. Gaia will be a contestant in the 2025 Sanremo Festival
  • 4. Jannik Sinner is an important Italian tennis player
  • 5. Scipio was an ancient Roman general, who managed to beat the Carthaginians, led by Hannibal. Historical sources say the Carthaginians had soldiers riding elephants in their army



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Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
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The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
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O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
 

I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
 

Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
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