Uh
This month I need to take a break
I let time pass
What's left of me fits in a keus'
Let's go

I have better maps than your bum-al
I work, I forget the eponymous title
I'm paid to be myself and I wonder
The phases where I find them
Do I write or do I fill in the gaps?
Babe I'm worth more than that, you think I don't know what it's like to be broke
Third album, you don't know what it is
Almost drunk, barely lucid
I'm releasing the album in October, damn, it's the end of the year
Heading to the good-char I'm waiting for the Uber near Saint-Placide
And fuck it, I'm running late, I'll finish the text inside
But the driver is making a funny face
You're talking I took, here's the delay, I have to go back to Paris right now
I'm seriously rodave, let me bedave, in the back shop
Play, a tune so I can finish the text
They think about the ti-par brothers, but what do those who stay do
(?) That was the price of the dream
There's Queuj in the building, he's raising the price per meter
Fuck off
It's not an advance anymore it's the price of a human life
How long, do you want to live off rap?
Come on, let's blow everything, let's do rock
You forget the moment you project yourself into lasting
What was given to me was billed to me
There's weed in bottles of red
Come on let's draw, on the city walls
It will never be like the day before
It will never be like the day before
Near the dead end, the Argenson hotel
Your gargles were beautiful
Dawn kept its promise as in Gary's novel
I wish you love and a great career
And if it was the last shot
When the stars get their lines wrong, there's a wild night left
You're making money and this thing is taking you away from me
When the stars get their lines wrong, there's only a wild night left
You're making money and this thing is taking you away from me
I need a separate room, to scratch
Yesterday I was alone it was more practical
But it won't last
Soon, we translate into six languages, like Reed's lyrics
Light the candles that our guests, extinguish
And if we acted irrationally
I'm not going to, tour Boulogne
Let's go to the Pacific
But don't touch me when you talk
Do I change cities?
It's too late for me to change the movie
There are words that go out of style
While some guys are struggling
Hard to believe you don't know, we have to get past that
Leave everything in the simple past, leave everything on the ble-ta
Call the hotel manager
Go home and remind me to answer the phone
Remind me to answer the phone

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