Memory Track

Three cars in a procession and you won't witness a wedding

Come down from your cloud, the sky is crowded
I have dark thoughts, smashed sober
I was born to fuck everything up one October morning
My memory is shrinking, I'm losing megabytes
Aggressive but precise, these are my guys at your feet
They sold their dreams, the big ones clean up your little ones
Who consider the street as an adoptive mother
Always taking care of my little points
Always in the little corner with my little joint
And only death will force me
No, I haven't changed, I remain a brave one like dil-Sher
I don't know if you understood who manages, who manages everything
All roads lead to Rome, ask Veretout
But I have to slow down like Verratti
Because it will make too many people happy when I fail
I think writing is like therapy
Since I'm talking to a sheet all alone like a madman
And I know the weight of the bag, I don't even need to tare anymore
Brothers who will do it for me, I don't even need to shoot anymore
We never waxed, hey, did you tighten?
You have to sell it, not take it like the series
Paris is magic, Roubaix is Algeria (it's Algeria)

They're not rappers anymore, they're parrots
You're just a passing fad like the Sirocco
Here, the fish have shark teeth
But the client has the same nose as Pinocchio
Three cars in a procession and you won't witness a wedding
Three cars in a procession and you won't witness a wedding
Here, the fish have shark teeth
But the client has the same nose as Pinocchio

On a crusade for not one, the team is ready for anything
Know that I have many more flaws than assets
You're not credible like anti-white racism
We keep some under the elbow, we don't say everything (Not everything)
You don't come back up if you go down from the boat (Boat)
The sailors have become pirates
Look what we're going to do under your mattress
An AK-47 in an A45, it does damage, brother, it's mathematical
A block of concrete on the side like that, it's more practical
I come from so low that I drink from the water table
And don't shake our hand, you'll end up under CR
Leave as dust, end up underground
Here, the fish have shark teeth
And the client has the same nose as Bouder
The heart and body exposed, we have mixed blood, it's the best
I who thought I would never be afraid
It's she who gives birth to my brothers
And watch the path we've made
Now, to rap, I get paid
Automatic box, S tronic, I don't need to clutch

They're not rappers anymore, they're parrots
You're just a passing fad like the Sirocco
Here, the fish have shark teeth
But the client has the same nose as Pinocchio
Three cars in a procession and you won't witness a wedding
Three cars in a procession and you won't witness a wedding
Here, the fish have shark teeth
But the client has the same nose as Pinocchio

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