Kiss me out of the bearded barley. Nightly, beside the green, green grass. Swing, Swing, swing the spinning step.

Il fatto è che avete conosciuto quattro balordi. Dopo che siete diventati famosi. Ma non erano la vostra famiglia. I vostri compagni di scuola, cazzo.

Woke up in London yesterday. Found myself in the city near Piccadilly. Don't really know how I got here. I got some pictures on my phone.

Another red letter day. So the pound has dropped and the children are creating. The other half ran away.

Mãe, já faz um tempo sem te ver. Hoje parei pra escrever uma carta pra você. Alguém na rua me lembrou o teu jeito de sorrir. E a saudade me apertou.

You were riding your bike to the sound of It's No Big Deal. And you're trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels.

(Let's try it one more time). (Cool). Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much. There's no need for us to rush it through.

Come a little closer, 'cause you looking thirsty. Come a little closer, 'cause you looking thirsty. I'mma make it better, sip it like a Slurpee.

Biggie Smalls is the illest (uh). What? Uh. Biggie-Biggie-Biggie Smalls is the illest. Uh. Biggie Smalls, Biggie-Biggie-Biggie Smalls.

I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room. 'Cause all I see are girls too good to be true. With paper-white teeth and perfect bodies. Wish I didn't care.

Tell me how you feel. I feel like the grass is green. And everything I do is unseen. But I know that's just in my mind.

Vou torcer pro Grêmio bebendo vinho. E o Mundial é o meu caminho. Vou torcer pro Grêmio bebendo vinho. E o Mundial é o meu caminho.

Is this mic on? Hey, Hey! Hey-hey-hey! Turn the mic up, c'mon, c'mon. Is the mic on or not? I want the mic. We're bringing up nobody, nobody.

Nard and B. It's gon' be okay, okay, oh, it's gon' be okay. Me and my niggas, we don't play with you, it's gon' be okay.

Gonna be somebody, oh I follow. Running showers and the mist so fly. Enough time to know, know nothing at all. I see the lines, there's two lines.

I. I don't care what people say. We both know I couldn't change you. I guess you could say the same. Can't rearrange truth.

So you wanna be hardcore. With your hat to the back, talkin' 'bout the gats in your raps. But I can't feel that hardcore appeal.

Now I don't really care what you call me. Just as long as you don't call me broke. I bet they knew as soon as they saw me.

When I look back. On everything I've done. I know you must have cried river of tears, But, you were there. When I was feeling low.

It's close to midnight. And something evil's lurking in the dark. Under the moonlight. You see a sight that almost stops your heart. You try to scream.

Salt air. And the rust on your door. I never needed anything more. Whispers. Of "Are you sure?". "Never have I ever before". But I can see us.