I spent
Most of my time darkening it
Questions are justified
When fears are praiseworthy
Tensions on the track you
Put the fifteen hundred watts
To feel better I
Have to mess up fifteen hundred opps
As soon as my glass is empty
Baby lower the blind I practice stress
Like we practice sport
Do we only succeed what
We miss first?
There are things that are said
Others that we must do first
(do first)
I dare, so nothing stops me
They look tough but they don't have what it takes
In front of the cops they speak Lingala, the patois
I collect the stones that are thrown at me
I managed the two against one
It was playable like a 4 against 7
I like her approximate French
I like her Czech accent
I was walking in the Six to
Forget that they're shaving my tieks
I can't sleep
While they're breaking my tieks
(Breaking my tieks)

Baby I offer you
I'll take you to eat the risotto at 24e
We feel good when we have everything we
Feel better when we need little
Baby I offer you
I'll take you to eat the risotto at 24e
We feel good when we have everything we
Feel better when we need little

Only in front of God do we prostrate ourselves
We will have fucked the little ra as soon as
The MCs will have posters of us
'Only in front of God
Do we prostrate ourselves
We will have fucked the little ra as soon as
The MCs will have posters of us
Black, like the memory of her eyes
Salty additions, dry whiskeys
I can't talk too much
Baby I dodge the hour
Black, like the memory of her eyes
Salty additions, dry whiskeys
I can't talk too much
Baby I dodge the hour

Never where they expect me
Excuses are for cowards
Reasons are for fighters
Do I
Turn the page or do I wait for them
I accumulate 3 you have to work
I don't have time
Either you work or you fuck off
Either you break or you steal you tear off
We divide it's time for me to tear off
Weight on the shoulders
It's time for me to lighten up
Delivered to me I have to become stronger
Dogs bark while
Wolves devour each other
To fall asleep, I recount my stanzas

It's four in the morning (four o'clock)
I hesitate to call her
(I hesitate to call her)
I'm tired of these bitches
I feel like I'm drowning
If Jacques is the godfather
Where is the padre?
I lost my right arm
I still brewed

It's four in the
Morning I hesitate to call her
I'm tired of these bitches
I feel like I'm drowning
If Jacques is the godfather
Where is the padre?
I lost my right arm
I still brewed it's late I admit
Tomorrow very early I'm at attention
(at attention) there's a bunch of cops
I defend the cage like the young Cafu
Serve me a tea, a cup of coffee
I'll let you finish 86 when
Others go to work
It's late I admit
And despite everything I'm at attention
(at attention) it's late I admit

Only in front of God do we prostrate ourselves
We will have fucked the little ra as soon as
The MCs will have posters of us

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