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I have too many wounds on my back, zero scars, atrocious pains
And nothing soothes me, not even revenge, not even violence
Yeah, nothing soothes me, I don't answer calls anymore, my heart is broken
Trust is broken, I won't wear a splint, we love each other, we tear each other apart
Everything for the money, we buy death, not friendship
Betrayal makes us very hard, we erase nothing, there is no pity
On the walls that we repaint
I no longer count all those we have put well
Who changed their jersey at half-time
Who suck to be in the Vito, the liars
For the same son of a bitch, big we lick each other
The more they bring me down, big, the more I rise
They all know me when I'm in the profit (Profit, profit)
Six in the morning, the cops at the door if your friend, he gives you
Ten at night, khey, we wait for the go, it's your friend who gives it to us

How many are missing? Nothing hurts us anymore
We had to get used to the idea, how many traitors? You have no idea
I forgot the hatred, I forgot the pain
We had to get used to the idea, how many traitors? You have no idea

Mayday, mayday, mayday
Mayday, mayday, mayday

They take life for a whore, to bring back the loot
They would sell their father, they would sell their two kidneys
Vicious all-terrain, they are liars like Pétain
If heja, it doesn't take your skates
It looks at you from afar when you're drowning in trouble
Liar like a soothsayer, I'm pained like a Syrian
They are cheaters like Rosie Reese
We ran to live, they took the metro
It debits to death like Roddy Rich
It ends up alone in a detention warrant
So hurt, I become pained
Cruises the roads like the CNR, aggressive like a CRF
Always technical like CR7, I see them too badly like CRS
We cut the bridges, I have no more RAV
There are too many traitors in the BAT
It's not sound, it's R.A.P
And when it works, of course they call back
They renew themselves like a pookie pay
Bad payers, bad friends
Bad choices, lifelong sequels
Just once, lifelong rumors

How many are missing? Nothing hurts us anymore
We had to get used to the idea, how many traitors? You have no idea
I forgot the hatred, I forgot the pain
We had to get used to the idea, how many traitors? You have no idea

Mayday, mayday, mayday
Mayday, mayday, mayday

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