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I think back to the look you give
Eyes green like the Celtics jersey
Come on, let's go, let's leave with the bottle
Take seven bullets, we'll come back shattered
I need to put some distance
Close your eyes, you'll see it's almost beautiful
Maybe you were worth the risk, maybe you needed the bank details
You saw all that, it wasn't very safe
The stews on low battery
Perpetuate, is it really sustainable?
Is it art, is it really rap?
The rhythm was crazy, slam the door, let's go for a walk
As soon as the city is empty
I know you have to get up at nine
By the way, the apartment you wanted
I had it redone to fuck someone else in it
You were beautiful but so fake
If you took the time to listen to this song
I could have dedicated the album to you but I didn't even do it
Fuck off
222 nights later under the same ceiling
55 songs later and no answer
I swore to myself I wouldn't talk about it
Come on, let's fuck, we turn our backs on each other

There's still sand from Zandvoort in a loft
Everyone will listen this winter to what I wrote this summer
Under a blue ecstatic sky
Look, there's the city shining in the reflection of the (?)
Let's talk about all this at ten o'clock over tea
Not at four under the influence of booze
The hours pass and the park empties
I was in search of virtue inspired by the wine
The apartments go dark and the bars too
I don't want to live like before
I need to change cities
The team grows, I still feel so alone

Stars decorate the sky
Meet me in the South of Italy or the North of Europe
Tonight I have three bags that I drag everywhere
I said "Fuck off", it was too late to say sorry

Stars decorate the sky
Meet me in the South of Italy or the North of Europe
Tonight I have three bags that I drag everywhere
I said "Fuck off", it was too late to say sorry

She felt it was time to go
I didn't even ask to leave
We threw ourselves at each other
Barely started fine wines were lying on the floor
Manage your flex, of course I took some money
Otherwise, you stay and we watch the train leave
I put on my beige tracksuit, I roll a joint
I'm going for a walk outside
Nbow I finished it by touring Europe
My bitch is late, she's stuck in traffic
I'm in the east of Dam'
Where the buildings look like those in front of Old Trafford
Every time I finish an album I feel down
I wanted to write, I had to spend my evening watching the passers-by
I look up, I'm in the centre of Dam'
There are two stars around the moon
Baby, you still have some around your lip
Third album, I need a crown around my head
She told me "Le Ques-J, you need to blow"
I told her "I need to deliver 20 tracks", we lifted the asses
I told her "Fuck off", it was too late to say sorry

Stars decorate the sky
Meet me in the South of Italy or the North of Europe
Tonight I have three bags that I drag everywhere
I said "Fuck off", it was too late to say sorry

Stars decorate the sky
Meet me in the South of Italy or the North of Europe
Tonight I have three bags that I drag everywhere
I said "Fuck off", it was too late to say sorry

When stars decorate the sky
Meet me in the South of Italy or the North of Europe
Tonight, I took three bags and I drag everywhere
I tell her "Fuck Off it's too late to say "Leave""

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