[Verse 1: Mahmood]
You talk about your life
As if it was written in the Quran's pages
Just like you
I'm not from Bel Air, but I was born here
Ask your friends what I've paid
What strange things have I done to get
From the little church to the Top 10
Without a convertible nor a dad
Mothers shout in chorus
Alone outside the penitentiaries
Jobless fathers
Look for life under house arrest
But if you look up
From this garden
The moon looks like a sapphire
Lost in the dark

[Pre-Chorus: Mahmood]
On the roofs the moonlight
Shines like Shanghai
You can see it too
Above, from this neighborhood
My God, my God, my God
The more you look at it, the more you feel like praying
My God, my God, my God
The moon from a public house

[Chorus: Mahmood]
The moon from a public house
The moon from a public house

[Bridge 1: Massimo Pericolo]
Yo bro', turn on Google Maps
Fly away from your city
Anti-trap police
Holy Mary full of crack

[Verse 2: Massimo Pericolo]
In the area, I'm more famous than Drake
If my life is a movie, yours is the remake
I have an edge because my new car has got six gears
I have got more money than my parents, fuck all this fakes (Eh-eh)
And they told me I'd lose my mind
But with the joint I only burned my sweatshirt
Everything has changed except me (Yeah-yeah)
Everything changed except me (Yeah-yeah)
I can see it in your face that we're alike
We're always on guard like boxers
If you're normal, they stare strangely at you
But you'll make millions like "Polo Nord"
They told us: "Ask, and it shall be given you"
But nobody said that the more you give, the more they'll ask
The only light in the dark is a gunshot
But you are not the only one who has a Glock

[Pre-Chorus: Mahmood]
On the roofs the moonlight
Shines like Shanghai
You can see it too
Above, from this neighborhood
My God, my God, my God
The more you look at it, the more you feel like praying
My God, my God, my God
The moon from a public house

[Chorus: Mahmood]
The moon from a public house
The moon from a public house

[Bridge 2: Massimo Pericolo & Mahmood]
Working sucks, bro, either I rap or I sell drugs
I get a manicure to scratch my dick
I've been to prison, you've been working your ass off
But actually we both achieved a shit

If they asked what you would do once you are grown up
Reply: "All I need is to have balls
To make the right choices if I've got places and people"
Rather than from the Grammys, I'll hear you from a call center

[Outro]
My God, my God, my God
The more you look at it, the more you feel like praying
My God, my God, my God
The moon from a public house
The moon from a public house
The moon from a public house