Hey
How do you want me to explain things
That I'm not capable of understanding
Tell yourself my bro that you're on the
Right path if they can't understand you
Like this, it seems stupid
But it's only like this that it seems good to me
Writing, it's the soul that
Explodes in silence
So, my silences won't bother you

I imagine myself without a roof, without you
I see blurry tonight, by Allah I'm breaking my
Voice in one go, a hundred times
What am I getting myself into in the water
I stayed standing so
Others can sit
If we think about them, we think about ourselves
My foot, my foot, my foot, your foot
A Tokyo mannequin in silk
It's time for the topL'
Fuck off I'm not in the mood (hey)
To think I could have ended up in prison
Because of a mood swing shit
Go ahead fuck the rhymes
I handle schemes more complex
Than some women
Ambitions are born in the binks
(binks, binks)
Where they give you a sample of 22nd
Where Jacques threw Tino from the 22nd
When I was carrying the weight
They were carrying the evil eye

It's not serious
You know, I understand, you're under the weather
It's not serious she listens to BB Jacques
She doesn't listen to rap

My mother-in-law does pilates
In a Corsican villa
She knows that I work on
Syllables and that I dodge the Ford
I'm in a pair of brand new Ralph
So I avoid the water hey
Either they'll find that I'm abusing or
They'll say that's what it was
Immature graphically despite all
These drawings (designs)
It's just to support me
That I was drunk
It's me I supported you, I was drunk
When I was carrying the weight
They were carrying the evil eye

It's the jungle like in Calais
It's a heresy
We tear each other apart, we end up in shreds
Deserted neighborhoods
Making mom cry, making Zeus roar
The streets are deserted, the night will be calm

I continue on my way
I need to blacken some sheets
The rhythm of release is paced
It's normal it's over
The concu' explodes there's danger
It's over baby there's Kooking he
Started thinking
Think started dancing
I continue on my way
I need to blacken some sheets
The rhythm of release is paced
It's normal it's over
The concu' explodes there's danger
I was told if you don't do it for
You do it at least for French rap
Do it at least for French rap
And go fuck off
They criticize but they suck ah
Do I sell it or do I stock it ah
I see them selling drugs from thirteen to sixteen
It's committed to the assizes
Where are the homies who assist you, huh?
The eyes of the poor say more
We fuck, we love, we exculpate ourselves
I have more to say than to say skurt
In our place lovers argue
You know well that lovers
Call each other "buddies"
I have to carry my balls
And say "stop"

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