I'm sad, my angel
I think back to the time when it wasn't the same
After the rain
The good weather but just before the heavy shower
I'm sad, my angel
I think back to the time when it wasn't the same
Before the rain
The good weather but just before the heavy shower

You fucking asshole
I can't miss the drop after all
What I've endured
Erase the heart that I drew
On the foggy window
Stop chasing after money
Towards gold is the rush
The one who says that rap is
Dead pretended to have killed it
I was asked to hit hard so
If I draw it's to kill
I get angry, I let you molt
What I suffered from
I didn't see it get worse
The gain is not made without sweating
The prince does not get censored
Double life, mom told me "you know Tino
You have to stay chic
You have to explain to me what
Are the snitches"
"Oh, don't worry it's nothing"
"Hello? Hello, still there? No? Well eh
Don't worry it's nothing"
Baby asks me "who is
This fucking BB Jacques?" (Eh)
She points out to me that there are two hairs
Blonde wavy on this fucking sheet
And then I explain that BB Jacques is
The guy who talks to me when baby talks
The guy who knocks when Tino leaves
Do I break faces
Instead of breaking the door
Is it because I drank that
I see her double
Or is she just a strong enough woman?
Double life, mom told me "you know Tino
You have to stay chic" "You have to stay chic"
I feel alone once alone at home
I would like to be elsewhere
So I fuck you
I raise all my fingers to you
I lift all the weights
Just tell me what you want from me?
I give up on her, I wanted you

How can you go home
If you don't have a car
When French rap has style
It's Belgian rap
She takes off her gray sweater
She keeps her beige bottom
I have to dilate her pupils
For me to calm down
How can you go home
If you don't have a car
When French rap has style
It's Belgian rap
She takes off her gray sweater
She keeps her beige bottom
I have to dilate her pupils
For me to calm down

Once mixed with the crowd I make a stain
When you put
Liquor in my mouth be careful
I had to do what too few allow themselves
I stayed chic let them all
Go fuck themselves
I wrote about a chaos
That I named "Everything
That others do wrong"
A 32 of quality is
Became a rare commodity
What heat, let's go to Jonquera
So what? I watch the black flag float
In fact Beirut was Pompeii
Either we armed ourselves or we perished
And to say that we live all that we can ra
The little we own, well we deserve it
Money, there are those who run after it
Those who are born with it and
Those who inherit it
I hate money when it's flaunted
Me

I'm sad, my angel, I think back
To the time when it wasn't the same
After the rain
The good weather but just before the heavy shower
I'm sad, my angel, I think back
To the time when it wasn't the same
Before the rain
The good weather but just before the heavy shower

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