And even if I go backwards, I'm still improving
No, I'm not gonna go fast, I wanna go super far7
And I've acted macho with some guys, it didn't pay off
She wants to take a tour around the Cayenne with a dude from the hood
I've stopped playing the thug, I threw my notebooks away too quickly
I know you gotta work, chopping's become a profession
Even if I'm hurting at the end of the day I go on, it's not over
I'm not too Buscemi, dressed in Louis Vui, I'm too crimey

I'm too burned-out, now what do we do?
You're gonna calm down, there's nobody calling the shots here
And you're acting all nervy in front of people
If I become mean, it's not 'cause of me (it's 'cause of you)
Everything's changed, the chase, it's because of what?

There's still a ways to go, you betray and it's routine
I really don't care anymore, I've got the same gun Putin has
I forget how much it cost, all week long running 'round the shops
She's got her doubts about me, we're getting all mixed up for nothing
I'm outta here, it's dead, I'm never coming back
I wanna live again like a kid, chromed-out glasses, chromed-out rims
Big racks in the handbag

I'm always mixed up in sketchy business
The little bros, they're all out of hope
And us, what do you want us to say? I've become distant
I've got the same plug Batista does
Buddy, you shouldn't test me (don't look for trouble)
I've got the vista, I've had a bit too much to drink, shouldn't stay here

There'll be nobody there to fish you out
I'm earning cash, only God's there to protect me
And then, I don't even know, I go off to the side
But I'm still there in the network
I get lost and, like an idiot, I think I'm right (I'm right all the time)
There'll be nobody there to fish you out
I'm earning cash, only God's there to protect me
And then, I don't even know, I go off to the side
But I'm still there in the network
I get lost and, like an idiot, I think I'm right (I'm right all the time)

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