Thomas Iannucci, KJ-52 - Famiglia Lyrics

I think I had an uncle in the mob, I never met him tho
New York City's kinda far, I never get to go
Mi famiglia is familiar, to me only by name
Cuz Kauai to New York is like twelve hours, even on the fastest plane
I got fam out in Brooklyn, that I never met
But the stories that my dad told, I'll never forget
Like dinners on a Sunday, everybody's there
I can almost smell Grandma's pasta in the air
Pops sayin a prayer, as I pull up a chair
Ma pass the sauce, I'm starving over here
Penne, ziti, bro, we got it all
Parm, mozz, olive oil
And all of y'all, are invited too
Ain't no thang, it's what family do
Or so I assume, from what I was told
But I guess I wouldn't know
Laughing at the dinner table, fighting in the car
Every families crazy, but mine is crazy far
Laughing at the dinner table, fighting in the car
Maybe I'm just crazy, but I wanna know who they are
Uh, yeah, uh, hearing what you say bro
Man, I got family from Palermo
Man, plus I’m wishing I was there bro
Wanna fit in but I really don’t know where though
Yup, let me make it a little clear though
See, man we all a little weird bro
Uh, whether you are just from here though or there yo
Man we really don’t care yo
Shout out to my fam out in Lakewood
Grandma man you know she’s a great cook
Pasta, well it really used to taste good
I need to say what up on my Facebook
I wanna just see how their face look
Man I’d be there if I straight could
Hop the next flight man I straight should
We all a lil crazy, right bruh?
Laughing at the dinner table, fighting in the car
Every families crazy, but mine is crazy far
Laughing at the dinner table, fighting in the car
Maybe I'm just crazy, but I wanna know who they are
Laughing at the dinner table, fighting in the car
Every families crazy, but mine is crazy far
Laughing at the dinner table, fighting in the car
Maybe I'm just crazy, but I wanna know who they are

I think I had an uncle in the mob, I never met him tho
New York City's kinda far, I never get to go
Mi famiglia is familiar, to me only by name
Cuz Kauai to New York is like twelve hours, even on the fastest plane
I got fam out in Brooklyn, that I never met
But the stories that my dad told, I'll never forget
Like dinners on a Sunday, everybody's there
I can almost smell Grandma's pasta in the air
Pops sayin a prayer, as I pull up a chair
Ma pass the sauce, I'm starving over here
Penne, ziti, bro, we got it all
Parm, mozz, olive oil
And all of y'all, are invited too
Ain't no thang, it's what family do
Or so I assume, from what I was told
But I guess I wouldn't know
Laughing at the dinner table, fighting in the car
Every families crazy, but mine is crazy far
Laughing at the dinner table, fighting in the car
Maybe I'm just crazy, but I wanna know who they are
Uh, yeah, uh, hearing what you say bro
Man, I got family from Palermo
Man, plus I’m wishing I was there bro
Wanna fit in but I really don’t know where though
Yup, let me make it a little clear though
See, man we all a little weird bro
Uh, whether you are just from here though or there yo
Man we really don’t care yo
Shout out to my fam out in Lakewood
Grandma man you know she’s a great cook
Pasta, well it really used to taste good
I need to say what up on my Facebook
I wanna just see how their face look
Man I’d be there if I straight could
Hop the next flight man I straight should
We all a lil crazy, right bruh?
Laughing at the dinner table, fighting in the car
Every families crazy, but mine is crazy far
Laughing at the dinner table, fighting in the car
Maybe I'm just crazy, but I wanna know who they are
Laughing at the dinner table, fighting in the car
Every families crazy, but mine is crazy far
Laughing at the dinner table, fighting in the car
Maybe I'm just crazy, but I wanna know who they are