Noxious
Oh nan, nan, nan
Oh nan, nan, nan
Oh nan, nan, nan (okay, okay)

She gave me her Snap right away
I took her to the Drive she wanted the restaurant
She's not going to make me notice that one
You think we're all sweet but we're beasts (okay)
Eh eh eh, I woke up badly
The cops they broke it, the Glock under the pillow
Oh, on the national road
Oh, he sunned, oh it must have hurt him
Oh, he didn't clutch

Oh, my-la-la-lade, oh, my-la-la-lade
I watch Marseille from the Calade with a buddy on the run (okay)

Misguided generation
Oh, it's not the fault of the city
Yeah, my darling we can break up
Oh, I don't care anymore
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)

I don't smoke your basil, your pesto pasta
Watch your back, I'm not your lookout
They told me I would never be right, I told them "I don't care"
In a hotel in Paris, socks on the ceiling
I remake the world with Naps and two beauties from elsewhere
The girls, they're holes they pillage to the bottom, call them an Uber
Hey, I fall asleep with bad ideas
Hey, without even finishing crumbling
For them I would remain just a little excited
Ah, a damn dishonest

Oh, my-la-la-lade, oh, my-la-la-lade
I watch Marseille from the Calade with a buddy on the run (hey, hey)

Misguided generation
Oh, it's not the fault of the city
Yeah, my darling we can break up
Oh, I don't care anymore
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)

What's the point in the end of loving if in the end, we cry alone?
If in the end, we leave alone, if in the end, we cry alone
What's the point, buddy? You're full of manners
You're fake summer and winter, we were brothers in hardship
And what's the point in the end of loving if in the end, we cry alone?
If in the end, we leave alone, if in the end, we die alone
What's the point, buddy? You're full of manners
You're fake summer and winter, we were brothers in hardship

Misguided generation
Oh, it's not the fault of the city
Yeah, my darling we can break up
Oh, I don't care anymore
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)
Misguided generation
Oh, it's not the fault of the city
Yeah, my darling we can break up
Oh, I don't care anymore
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)
Oh, my-la-la-lade (sick)

It's N.A.P.S (oh)
It's N.A.P.S (oh)
It's the Scampia (ey)
It's the Scampia (wesh)
It's the Scampia (huh)
It's the Scampia
It's the Scampia
It's N.A.P.S (yeah)
It's N.A.P.S (sick) (wow)

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