Captain, captain, captain

Don't act tough, I know you don't want my good, I fuck her, and I forget her the next day
And I've taken too much on myself, I want the world in my hands
I'm not really here at the moment, mom doesn't know what I've done
In the street, a lot of thugs, at the time of the facts, no witnesses
From below you look at me, under vodka I'm much less shy
I held the bottle, all day long
Even if you're really good, you're not going to get me
I'm much more endearing since I've been making money in singing
Yeah, we're the bad guys, so don't piss me off, we know you're not hot
I have brothers in jail, my new Glock, I don't know where to hide it
I recount the sum, better check
And I'm not chroming you, you're going to get me into debt
We hung out outside, blinded by the paper
And if I get out, I'll bring the whole team back
Need money, I can't sleep anymore, don't come back when I'm at the top
We know you're all cute, I stayed in your memory

I'm in the street, I hold the bottle all day long
Like your big ass, I make the joint spin
And if I ever go to heaven, keep the good memories of me
And if I ever go to heaven, keep the good memories of me

Oh mama, I grew up at the bottom of the building
Hold the coke, at the end of the week you have your money
Oh mama, I grew up at the bottom of the building
Hold the coke, at the end of the week you have your money

In truth I have no more feelings, baby it's for you that I lie
I have a full charger, tell me who wants my skin
A book in my Balmain, please don't talk to me about love
She needs cuddles, the weed makes me take off
You know that listening to me, you're going to suffer, ah it's a shame
When I work in the oven, I think of you, it's not normal
We want to lead the life of Tony Montana, oh mama, oh mama
No cinema, we light you up at the bottom of your house
You owe me money, I see you more like a ghost (hot, hot, hot)
I smile less and less, because I've lived too many things
I smile less and less, because I've lived too many things

I'm in the street, I hold the bottle all day long
Like your big ass, I make the joint spin
And if I ever go to heaven, keep the good memories of me
And if I ever go to heaven, keep the good memories of me

Oh mama, I grew up at the bottom of the building
Hold the coke, at the end of the week you have your money
Oh mama, I grew up at the bottom of the building
Hold the coke, at the end of the week you have your money

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