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There might be a voice lingering on productions we love
Sex, but a big jerk behavior
A classy sound, a hit, a big calu
New album, then big escape
Who was there in the big troubles?
The Keuj in a shirt, in the middle of big columns
I can find a fake job if you wish
Always late, I have the misfortune of making myself wait
At least I did it on time
Let's go to Dam, let it heal, put the band-aid
It would cost me too much to miss
She has that Em' Rata' thing
Do I leave or do I stay here?
Babe, let's leave it at that
I was naive enough to believe that I have two lines left
We make kich' the whiskey ages
Come, take everything
Destined to be proletarians, but we broke that
Gift, signature dress, drunk, the sun rises
We were beautiful but we were so lonely
What if I went back to basics?
What if I went back to basics?

Am I late on the sheets that others criticize
Those worth more than 100K
If I take off the beret, your girl flies away
At Bercy if we shout "Fuck off" together we almost hit 900 volts
And shit I just made a rhyme
I count the days but LNSC hasn't aged a bit
Tonight I'm getting wasted
She wants me to slap her
Hey babe I'm not like all these clones
Yesterday everything was calm
I doubted myself, I could have doubted my guys
Nah I dehek I should have doubted my guys
I'm a twitter without PP, an incredible artist
Exceptionally you can put ice cubes in Keuj's glass
Fuck his mother, I'm only good at making cash
This despite myself wanting to make art
In ten years you have a book if you write two lines every day
Take off your wool sweater, roll a thick joint
Silence broken because the cone makes you cough
Two fingers away from turning everything off, is he breaking a buzz or is he helping?
Damn, what we give of ourselves
The Keuj a tenacious man, triple fuck off
From one day to the next in the light, basically a shadow man
Are we supposed to make money, or make art?
It's Sunday, at the stud' there's a sonne-per
LCS has been stuck on the ring road for two weeks
Thirty minutes trying to park the truck
Damn, I don't even have time to waste time, NBOW CDI
They roll me joints, they make me tea
Send the most stock to come over here, try to make me doubt
Your godmother the criminal lawyer
Merlich, I know, basically he was a fan
I don't see you in the rearview mirror anymore, keep pedaling
The end of a verse or the beginning of another
The end of an album that marks the beginning of another
I haven't stopped since the beginning of the year
We are artists, we are not click whores
Damn, I don't feel capable anymore
Nah j'dehek, I'm made for the peta
I'm in entertainment, I can't stand your nonsense anymore
I was tter-gra
Jacques is getting tired, NBOW is becoming permanent
Update, her name was Palo, her name was not Berenice
I was tter-gra, I maybe smoked too much
Jacques is getting tired, NBOW is becoming permanent
Update, her name was Palo, her name was not Berenice

I take an Uber to the Pyrenees
There are teams of six, ready to steal your Apollo, to fracture your fibula
I tear myself away as soon as I'm too burnt in the perimeter
We don't win one thing without losing another
Damn, I could fuck the money of Fuck Off
But here I am in Berlin like a fool trying to be relevant
I'm in entertainment, I can't stand your nonsense anymore
Jacques is getting tired, NBOW is becoming permanent
I'm in entertainment, I can't stand your nonsense anymore
You want to pper-ra like me?
Another flute player who thinks he's a trumpeter
I don't even finish my cones, I don't even finish my songs
I don't even finish my phases
Jacques is getting tired, NBOW is becoming permanent
Update, her name was Palo, her name was not Berenice
New album, then big escape
Then, big escape
Fuck off

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