Jolly Lyrics (English Translation) – Kid Yugi

Read the full Jolly (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 Gilgamesh and Davide e Golia, two other songs by Kid Yugi.

[Verse 1]
I don’t believe in myself, I’m a god, I’m agnostic
I come from a place where the best one’s still toxic
The paradox: even comfy, I’m boxed in
A shell in the mail isn’t threats, it’s a warning
To haters who comment, one day I crawl out the monitor
One year I’m a genius, next year I’m a junkie, it’s popular
I drink in the morning, it’s not a damn tonic
A million in the bank, yeah, that’s why I feel autonomous
Fu*k who loves me, I get better when hated on
Only with crystals I ever feel elated, bro
The baddest of villains, the real Lord Voldemort
This ain’t a movie, no green screen, no Hollywood
I die a legend like Jim Morrison
Can’t say “SCU,” where I’m from it’s a filthy acronym
Even if the beat sounds happy, I’m still the same a$$hole

[Chorus]
My religion is money, money, money, money
I burn it all on vices, shopping ain’t my hobby
Forty-four shots, that’s what you’re gonna carry
If you thought you’d play me, better read the story
I robbed you all and you didn’t even notice
While you kill each other, I’m escaping with the gold bricks
Stayed in the shadows, came out even bigger
Heroes are dead, now it’s time for the jokers

[Verse 2]
I’m not sick, still I take a pharmaceutical
Still in my prime, yeah, I feel like Amazon
I drink a hundred beers, waiting on my liver to fall apart
Only junkies and extremists find me likeable
You talk about Kid Yugi, you talk about a sadistic ba*tard
A greedy man, destroyed by stress and panic attacks
To count my money, baby, an abacus ain’t adequate
I cheat on my b!tch, she wants to scar me with acid
Aquaplaning, drunk driving, call it water-ski traffic

If you challenge me, they call you —
Everyone’s high like a shamanic ritual
Coke in the morning, I feel like a psychopath
These influencers envy my organic stats
Fifty for a post and I still look anarchist
Not even my mom knows where I live at
Seven bills per square meter, I’m buying a penthouse flat

[Chorus]
My religion is money, money, money, money
I burn it all on vices, shopping ain’t my hobby
Forty-four shots, that’s what you’re gonna carry
If you thought you’d play me, better read the story
I robbed you all and you didn’t even notice
While you kill each other, I’m escaping with the gold bricks
Stayed in the shadows, came out even bigger
Heroes are dead, now it’s time for the jokers
My religion is money, money, money, money
I burn it all on vices, shopping ain’t my hobby
Forty-four shots, that’s what you’re gonna carry
If you thought you’d play me, better read the story
I robbed you all and you didn’t even notice
While you kill each other, I’m escaping with the gold bricks
Stayed in the shadows, came out even bigger
Heroes are dead, now it’s time for the jokers

[Outro]
My religion is money