Always running out of mana, don't take me for a sick person
Go ahead, take me for a sick person and I'll engage the mana
I've already told you, look at me when you serve me the mana
V.a.l, it's bad, I told you, keep the bad

Always running out of mana, don't take me for a sick person
Or take me for a sick person and I'll engage the mana
I've already told you, look at me when you serve me the mana
V.a.l, it's bad, I told you, keep the bad
There's some in my tobacco, Kalash' in your face
Mama in my palace, your dad not around
Hop, hop, hop, it's over, it's not just you who wants your place
I redistribute the paint, why don't you like my ganache?
With my para, full of carats like the Kardashians
I'll never miss the CAF, it's because I have some in the carafe
V.a.l in the mire, no more curved than a stick insect
Cruel like a FAMAS, I take root and I tear myself away

I say everything and its opposite, I screw her and her brother-in-law
It's perfect when I'm tipsy, I have my ticket for the competition
No Vittel at my concerts, virgin, listen to my advice
You bleed with your consorts, but you serve, you only have canned food
You're scared, you complain about your fate, alpine sniper, it's my sport
I have the butter, money and comfort, I sicken your girl, it's my fault
Hurry up, I don't have your time, calm down, you're not my big
If I don't get up happy, I have to fall asleep counting
Hey, out of misery, I catapult myself, screw the parachute
Your ass is wet like Squirtle, break my balls but not my chip
I'm controversial, I have no news, stay loyal, don't be a whore
I swear it's not the moon, I'm the black hawk, I'm preparing for the fall
Havana plus sugar cane, lower the gain, it's saturating
Gucci shines on the belt, whip your breasts to the bone
I'm comparable to pure, your buddies are on the street
Flirt in whore bars, lower your eyes when mama screams

I haven't eaten yet and I already want to tidy up
I don't care about revenge, I put my pay in the floor
Thank God, I've changed, Thank God, I've changed
Thank God, I've changed

Always running out of mana, don't take me for a sick person
Or take me for a sick person and I'll engage the mana
I've already told you, look at me when you serve me the mana
V.a.l, it's bad, I told you, keep the bad
There's some in my tobacco, Kalash' in your face
Mama in my palace, your dad not around
Hop, hop, hop, it's over, it's not just you who wants your place
I redistribute the paint, why don't you like my ganache?
With my para, full of carats like the Kardashians
I'll never miss the CAF, it's because I have some in the carafe
V.a.l in the mire, no more curved than a stick insect
Cruel like a FAMAS, I take root and I tear myself away

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