We come back, we fuck you, wAllah

Hey, I see those photos lying around
I try to stay focused
When the cops crack down
Paralyze the audience when they giggle
Baby, you'll send a greeting to the S
I could have collapsed without the
Advice from Yous'
But thank God Jacques is strong
Hey, a bit of us in
Every effort, no autotune, no FX
I write while waiting for everything
Time erases
I promised myself a career
Worthy of the greats
Without a manager, with my balls and guts
Let the DA fuck the trap
Ah, Voluptyk if I catch him
Hey, let the DA fuck the trap
Come on, Voluptyk if I catch him

Sometimes tomorrow seems further than yesterday
I should have held you
With both hands, I was naive
I wanted to say "see you tomorrow" again
I need to leave
Get used to the idea that you
Won't be there tomorrow
In the end, I'll go alone to Saint-Domingue
Let's live lightly, nothing is fatal, it will be
Oh, hey, oh hey hey, tonight the night will be
Calm, I need to work
At the bar and blow hundreds at ten bucks
That's it baby, it's over
You told me "it's bland"
We end up getting tired of covering up our mistakes
You, you've had enough of hiding your wounds
I see smiles on faces
A horizon behind the shore
Take my album as the ultimate refuge
As soon as memories resurface
In fact, love is overrated
It's Tino who loves you, Jacques
It was a surprise, hey
No joke, no sarcasm, we
Just have to break up, near Rue du Bac
I loved it when we walked
Near Avenue du Maine
Near the wet alleys
Fuck off, it's good, now it hurts

Aquarius, not Gemini
Is it her I hear moaning
I refuse the spokesperson role
For those who are never heard
Fuck off baby, I'm already heard quite a bit
In fact, nothing is guaranteed
I take everything out of my pocket until
It becomes profitable
I shake the walls of the game
Until it becomes shaky
Whether we come from Beirut or
Whether we come from Belgrade
A beautiful athlete, a beautiful executive
Two zero two
I want to stay in the heart of Paname, or
Failing that, in the heart of madam, hey
I'm not coming back right away
It's over, you can keep my sweatshirts
I'll let you watch my feature if
You do twelve squats
No time to argue over
Silly things, check, it's over, hey
We would have made up to twelve doctors sick
From one day to the next, we stopped everything
A dream, a reality, a dystopia
You're fresh, I should have stopped you
An album, 19 dislocated tracks
19 chapters edited via Distrokid
At least once rich, we'll be sad in
Calm, I can't burn everything in palaces
Grand hotels, I probably lacked
Cunning and consensus
Believing you had consented
I won't say more
The rest, others don't care
In the account
There weren't thirty-four but twelve cents
The memory of your presence
As the ultimate refuge
The sheets I burned
With another bitch
You're not really going to
Start your life over with another bastard

Hey, I do what I have to do
And I come back, I'll take you like
A big bastard
Uncertainty, you know it wears you out
In the little rap when you're the best
You know it banks
Tonight I'll toast to the loves of
Youth that fall apart
Keep my sweater and keep your spirits up
Your head on my shoulder, those were the
Last tears, like a knife
Like yet another blade
Time carries the wind
The wind carries everything
Time takes you away
But tell me, how are you doing?
Do relationships
Maintain when we decide to break up
My life was a porn movie
Our relationship in a wheelchair
Desacralizes love
Cupid smokes roll-ups, that big bastard
I met him mid-September
I beat him up

Now that there's no one left
I need to focus
I walk around Paname on foot
Fuck the Mondeo, the Ford Focus
She's hot, give me a big focus
I'll settle everything with a big vocal
There's a passerby who smiles at me, here
Take a sheet

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