Abruzzese like the Montepulciano. Italiano like Renzo Piano.

Bottle neck is my mic. I’m the man that you like.

Let me know when your eyes are dry and I’ll sing my poetry.

I can't tell you to stay 'cause this life is slipping away.

Draining all my youth, everything's gonna be smooth.

I’m not coming home ‘cause my curiosity is massive as Rome.

Wandering like a hunter for someone to catch at the counter.