MILAN MILLI' WEEK

Master the ways of feeling down

Happiness leaves whenever I come around

The only way I feel is when I'm

Feeling sound

Feeling my feet on the ground

Cause I got the music

Can you feel it?

I got the music in my soul

I got the music

Can you feel it?

I got the music in my soul

Takes me away, takes me away

To another place

Takes me away, takes me away

To another space

Takes me away, takes me away

To another place

Takes me away, takes me away

Takes me away

I'm a rockstar, I'm on france oui

Paris fashion week, tits and some tea

I love the new sheets, Europe and Loui' V

I'm at the cash top, living and living at the fucking art top

I love Spanish tits, that's why I'm calling Marco

I love hallucinating, that's why I'm on the barco

I hate the banks, take all the cash, and cash out

Just give me that flow

Baby I'm certified

Baby, I don't have your time

Baby, I'll be a legend

That's why I set aside

A car, a house, a lamp, and crack

It's just time for it to be a legend and be a star

Okey

Fatty body, living my life for a Grammy

Tsunami of rhymes in Miami

While I fuck in my 'rari

Okey

Blow up, is the light After rap

Oh yeah

Blowjob? Yeah if you are in my car

Cause I, start making money bitch

Fame? can you living with?

Did that kid really get rich?

Yeah, and I only seventeen

Sipping wine so pristine

Rolling in a Benz again

Venice waters gleam, like a vivid movie scene