Gilgamesh Lyrics (English Translation) – Kid Yugi

Read the full Gilgamesh (English Translation) lyrics by Kid Yugi from the album Anche gli Eroi Muoiono along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Kid Yugi's music, you can also explore Davide e Golia and Amelie, two other songs by Kid Yugi.

[Verse 1]
Science fiction, Steven Spielberg
Ball in my pocket, Jannik Sinner
East Indian, Bobby Fischer
Übermensch, Friedrich Nietzsche
Epic scale, Bertolt Brecht
My DMs look just like Tinder
Underground like a Diglett
Seven years straight up in Tibet
Everything fake, I’m in The Substance
I’m Einstein stuck with the monkeys
Cutting throats, snapping tibias
I got hate, she’s got fillers
I always win like a cheater
Consonants carved in the buckles
Fat and dumb, Peter Griffin
Slicked-back fringe, Justin Bieber
Golden nostrils, Gianni Agnelli
Never even touched a Jilter
Born from steel, that’s my lineage
Hit a rave with the tablets
Against the devil, Saint Michael
MD, blasting Skrillex
I’m exploding like a Creeper
Twenty pitbulls, no pinschers
Big Yugi, shadow of Mordor
Communist, Nazim Hikmet (?)
I resurface from the crypts
Ultra-violent, David Fincher
Klay Thompson, only triples
One cue stick, Terry Silver
Pins stuck deep in my eyeballs
Horrorcore, murder music

[Chorus]
Drügs, guns, wh*res, Jordans
Money, brands, dinners, boredom
Cars, flights, hotels, orgies
Whiskey, fame, streets, crowds
Life, love, death, coke
S*x, anxiety, Rolex, roses
Studio, van, lies, shame
Born, grow, kids, grave
Drügs, guns, wh*res, Jordans
Money, brands, dinners, boredom
Cars, flights, hotels, orgies
Whiskey, fame, streets, crowds
Life, love, death, coke
S*x, anxiety, Rolex, roses
Studio, van, lies, shame
Born, grow, kids, grave

[Verse 2]
Me versus death, Gilgamesh
Serving the establishment
I kiss a photo of Kissinger
I like the active ingredient when it’s edible
Every girl wants me
Like I’m a Birkin bag
It’s always my fault, I feel like Dinkleberg
I’ll kill myself after the album from the backlash
At nine I was online
Typing “women super naked”
Touching myself in my bedroom
The only autograph I want is Christine Lagarde’s
When I’ve got drügs on me I run a hundred yards
My rap is real life, it’s nouvelle vague
If I win a Nobel, I’ll refuse it like Sartre
One hit of this ketamine feels like a year of Pilates
On yachts I always preferred pirate ships
I’m no genius, no rebel, fu*k Will Hunting
I’m way too big to be just a singer

[Chorus]
Drügs, guns, wh*res, Jordans
Money, brands, dinners, boredom
Cars, flights, hotels, orgies
Whiskey, fame, streets, crowds
Life, love, death, coke
S*x, anxiety, Rolex, roses
Studio, van, lies, shame
Born, grow, kids, grave
Drügs, guns, wh*res, Jordans
Money, brands, dinners, boredom
Cars, flights, hotels, orgies
Whiskey, fame, streets, crowds
Life, love, death, coke
S*x, anxiety, Rolex, roses
Studio, van, lies, shame
Born, grow, kids, grave