Today I'm on foot, there's nothing to do I promise you
I don't realize the buzz or the value of my trophies
Since I was little I've been too hungry, I'm in front of the computer ruining my back
I warn you, don't touch the family or it goes click boom
It cleans the pom-pom-pom, they're all going to bomb themselves
And in the cell my friends are doing series of push-ups
I'm going to crawl to your belly, you think I don't know what people want?
In my life I've seen a bit of everything, mean faces
You didn't calculate it because you preferred your joint
It's just to pump you up that she had made herself up
It's nice to wake up to the sound of competition pots
Don't worry I won't zap you even if you play the trumpet
You want it to grow, you have to plow, don't do it to me, I'm not drunk
She's looking for me, I'm going to stuff her, she could die for me
I was fine in front of the sea, the juice in the coconut
I was with the Bretons we were passing the joint

How can I tell you that I'm sad?
But that's life
If you don't like him well you have to leave him
Tell him bye, bye, bye, bye
You should think about quitting weed
Because I'm dead, dead, dead, dead
In the street, no there are no limits (no, there are no limits)
That it shoots-shoots-shoots

The sound of the waves, the rest, with a mojito
Where are we going with a glass of donkey?
Screw the liars, the informers, the men's band
They would do anything to overshadow me
And I only do [?]
I go where the wind takes me and we'll see where I'll go
The little ones are trafficking so the cops show up
For them it's the only way to get by
We like each other brother, but we don't calculate anymore
Today I'm taking out the engine, I'm fresh I'm not laughing anymore
Don't take out the thing, cameras in the street
I don't like being sober, when everyone has drunk

How can I tell you that I'm sad?
But that's life
If you don't like him well you have to leave him
Tell him bye, bye, bye, bye
You should think about quitting weed
Because I'm dead, dead, dead, dead
In the street, no there are no limits (no, there are no limits)
That it shoots-shoots-shoots

How can I tell you that I'm sad?
But that's life
If you don't like him well you have to leave him
Tell him bye, bye, bye, bye
You should think about quitting weed
Because I'm dead, dead, dead, dead
In the street, no there are no limits (no, there are no limits)
That it shoots-shoots-shoots

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