SLF – 18 ANNI Lyrics (feat. Fabri Fibra & Geolier)

18 ANNI Lyrics By SLF (feat. Fabri Fibra & Geolier)

Yeah, mhm-mhm
Mhm, yeah
Yung Snapp made another hit

Sî tu ca me faje felice quanno sto nu poco triste
Quando penzo ca è fernuta, e ca na strade nun esiste, yeah
Tu m’hê dato nu motivo, me manne ‘nparaviso
Me fisse sempe e po nun capisco maje comme ‘a Monnalisa
Fore chiove, io po me chiudo dint’â stanza a penzà:
“Addò me trovo, che ce faccio ccà?”
Adrenalina comme ‘int’a na Maserati blu
‘Ncopp’a ll’autostrada a dojesissanta orarie, tu me faje vulà
Turnammo a quanno ce sunnavamo New York, primme d”e diciotto
‘A matina ‘int’â piscina, ‘a sera a cena ‘ncopp’ô yatch
Pure si sotto sotto penzo ca turnasse sempe ccà (Yeah)
Sempe ‘o stesso posto

Aspietta primma ca me ‘mpare
Lievame ‘sta vita e damme n’ata
Pecché saje buono ca nun so’ pronto ancora
Cchiù vaco ‘ncoppa e cchiù me manca ll’aria
Aspietta primma ca me ‘mpare
Lievame ‘sta vita e damme n’ata
Pecché saje buono ca nun so’ pronto ancora
Te piace sempe chello che fa male

‘A ‘nnammurata ‘e chesta robba senza manco nu vaso
Fatico a forza e cierte ccose, ‘o ssaje, nun tengo ‘o curaggio
Te ‘mparo ‘o galateo, si dice sempre ‘mmiezz’ê randage
Però a stá là ‘int’â vita toja te porta a dà nu vantaggio
‘O Rolls Royce sott”a pioggia brilla ‘e cchiù perché se ‘nfonna
Nun è ca nun te voglio sentì, ma sto chiuso dint’â bolla
Na perzona quando fá ‘e sorde se vede si è ommo
Me ne vaco addò so’ nato, ma ce dedico tutt”e goal
A disagio ‘mmiezz’ê ricche, stongo zitto, ‘o ssaje, nun parlo
Ma ‘e che parle? Fino a duje anne fá, ‘o ssaje ca tenevo ‘e calle
P”o vantagio d”e randage, chiste scieme nun me fanno
‘O ssaje bbuono ‘nn’è male pe nu muccuso ‘e vinte anne, yeah

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Aspietta primma ca me ‘mpare
Lievame ‘sta vita e damme n’ata
Pecché saje buono ca nun so’ pronto ancora
Cchiù vaco ‘ncoppa e cchiù me manca ll’aria
Aspietta primma ca me ‘mpare
Lievame ‘sta vita e damme n’ata
Pecché saje buono ca nun so’ pronto ancora
Te piace sempe chello che fa male

Fissavo i graffiti lungo la ferrovia
Pronti, via, lontano da casa mia
Odore forte di maria nella via
Prima della fama, prima delle estati piene d’afa
Prima di mandarvi tutti a fan—
Prima di tutto, bro, fammi testare ‘sto microfono (Seh)
Stili che scopro, se non rimo, frate’, scoppio
A diciott’anni con ‘sta roba ero già sotto
Spingo finché non vedo fumare il cofano (Ah)
Ho perso il conto di tutte le volte in cui tornavo a casa in piena notte, senza più la voce
Vivi veloce, scrivi veloce (Scrivi veloce)
Per un finale senza parole (Senza parole)

Aspietta primma ca me ‘mpare
Lievame ‘sta vita e damme n’ata
Pecché saje buono ca nun so’ pronto ancora
Cchiù vaco ‘ncoppa e cchiù me manca ll’aria
Aspietta primma ca me ‘mpare
Lievame ‘sta vita e damme n’ata
Pecché saje buono ca nun so’ pronto ancora
Te piace sempe chello che fa male

18 ANNI Lyrics By SLF (feat. Fabri Fibra & Geolier) English Translation

Yeah, mhm-mhm
Mhm, yeah
Yung Snapp made another hit

Yes, you make me happy when I’m a little sad
When I think it’s fern, and the road doesn’t exist, yeah
You gave me a reason, you sent me a warning
He stared at me for a moment and then I did not understand me as a Monnalisa
It’s raining, I’m closing in the room thinking:
“Well, I’m fine, what can I do here?”
Adrenaline like a blue Maserati
On the highway at sixty o’clock, you make me fly
We went back to when we were dreaming of New York, before we were eighteen
In the morning in the pool, in the evening dinner on the yacht
I’m still under the thought that he would always come back here (Yeah)
Always the same place

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Wait for the first one to catch me
Take this life away from me and give it to me
Because it’s good that I’m not ready yet
The more empty it is, the more I miss the air
Wait for the first one to catch me
Take this life away from me and give it to me
Because it’s good that I’m not ready yet
You always like chello that hurts

‘A’ nnammurata ‘and this stuff without missing a vase
I work hard and certain things, or the essay, I don’t have the courage
I teach you or etiquette, they always say ‘halfway’ to randage
But being there in your life gives you an edge
O Rolls Royce shines in the rain and more because it sinks
It’s not that I don’t want to hear you, but I’m locked in a bubble
Na perzona quando fa ‘e deaf se vede si è ommo
I was born, but I dedicate all my goals to it
Uncomfortably rich, I’m silent, I don’t speak
But what are you talking about? Until two years ago, ‘o ssaje ca tenevo’ e calle
To my advantage, I don’t care
‘O ssaje bbuono’ nn’è male pe nu muccuso ’e vinte anne, yeah

Wait for the first one to catch me
Take this life away from me and give it to me
Because it’s good that I’m not ready yet
The more empty it is, the more I miss the air
Wait for the first one to catch me
Take this life away from me and give it to me
Because it’s good that I’m not ready yet
You always like chello that hurts

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I stared at the graffiti along the railroad
Ready to go, away from home
Strong smell of Mary in the street
Before fame, before hot summers
Before I send you all a fan—
First of all, bro, let me test this microphone (Seh)
Styles that I discover, if not rhyme, brother, burst
At eighteen I was already under this stuff
I push until I see the hood smoking (Ah)
I lost count of every time I came home in the middle of the night, without a voice
Live fast, write fast (Write fast)
For a wordless ending (No words)

Wait for the first one to catch me
Take this life away from me and give it to me
Because it’s good that I’m not ready yet
The more empty it is, the more I miss the air
Wait for the first one to catch me
Take this life away from me and give it to me
Because it’s good that I’m not ready yet
You always like chello that hurts