Yeah, this isn't a capsule like the others
Don't feel like laughing since she left me
I'm not funny anymore, if we really loved each other, why do we hurt each other?
You're not the one, I'm not going to chase after you like Ousmane Dembelé
One lost, one lost, dude, it's not a raffle, ah that's funny
I'm sorry for not being sorry
Really sorry if I blocked you on social networks
It's to no longer see your photos
Or your quotes in your stories
Or waste my time checking who followed you
I would like to kill you then resurrect you
Just to tell you "so you see or not that I was not joking"
After a month, you were already on Tinder, damn, you're cheeky
You can search, you know that guys like me, you won't find thirty-three
Be careful, choose the next one well, most of them are dogs
Despite everything, I wish you with all my heart to find a good guy, hey
For Valentine's Day, I got you a perfume, hey
Because apart from lying, I don't really know what you like, hey

Hey ICO, what's this fragile Arab capsule, brother?
Give us real laughs, give us stuff where we can get excited
"Yeah darling, baby, I don't know" What are you talking about brother?
We really get excited, we do real stuff, brother, head of me!

Sorry mate, I'm going to have to hang up, maybe she'll call me
Damn, I'm stupid, she's never going to call me, I have to get used to the idea, hey ya
My heart is dead like Johnny Hallyday, hey ya
But my mother had validated you, hey ya
You want to know what she did
The answer will be in the album, in track number two, hey wo
Sometimes, just ask
Tell me what I did wrong and how I could fix it, hey
It hurts me to think that you were not the right one
Since you left, everything is monotonous like an autumn day
You lied to me so as not to lose me but you lost me because you lied
There's no point in calling me on the phone, hey

Sorry, I'm still not sorry
For a girl, all this is madness
Her hair smelled like shea butter, hey ya
I'm really a fragile Arab, hey ya
Sorry, I'm still not sorry
For a girl, all this is madness
Her hair smelled like shea butter, hey ya
I'm really a fragile Arab, hey ya

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