I'll say "Goodbye" to you in the corridor
It's been ten years since I've slept (yeah)
If we bring out the guns, it's a bullfight
Cheesy Backwoods like a Cohiba
The prison calls me, it's detention
We have the strength without water retention
You know we succeed without pretension
My pussy hides the kilos near the pram
Without faith, nor law, to protect my network
I've protected my reasons for acting
I've protected my mother, I've protected my ship
And if I come, it's for the pesos

Worries, all the time but nothing that will change my life
A smile from you and I'll reach for the moon
Too bad if you don't love me, there's nothing more to do
Sirens, flashing lights

Handcuffed in the banality, how far is Paris
She wants me to take her for a walk at Dolce Gabbana
At night, I'm under Havana
We produce the product, the oven, we manage it
How far is Paris
She wants me to take her for a walk at Dolce Gabbana
At night, I'm under Havana, oh

There's nothing left to break, nothing left to celebrate, since nothing is posted
Fire in the thoughts, since we are wounded, since we are kids
Avenue Montaigne, and my life is Marseille, I have everything in the bank
Making money, we know
And I never expect anything from anyone
I act as if I had everything to build
I act as if I was never going to leave
Weed and hyperactive kids
She sticks to us when she hears the amounts
Haters told me "yeah, it's your fault"
"You expose your heart"
I've been through flames and storms
And I have nothing to prove to them

Worries, all the time, but nothing that will change my life
A smile from you and I'll reach for the moon
Too bad if you don't love me, there's nothing more to do
Sirens, flashing lights

Handcuffed in the banality, how far is Paris
She wants me to take her for a walk at Dolce Gabbana
At night, I'm under Havana
We produce the product, the oven, we manage it
How far is Paris
She wants me to take her for a walk at Dolce Gabbana
At night, I'm under Havana, oh

Forty thousand in the envelope (in the envelope)
Of course we know how to do it
Vicious people around, jealousy is bad
Forty thousand problems but hey, a house for my mother
Guaranteed if we put on the gloves, there's no going back (no going back)
(No going back, there's no going back)

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