Lyrics:
at me, nigga what I'd do?
I feel like Tim Curry playin' dumb, I ain't got a clue
Young with an old nigga soul, ball like Uncle Drew
I put 'em in
to another level
Seen this shit when I was little
I come from a hood where your best friend'd kill you for crumbs
That's nothin', y'all ain't never seen
J'ai des valeurs qui n'ont pas de prix, j'ai le malheur d'un incompris
Parler, j'm'en bats les
Pour la madre j'ai prit ce qui fallait
Mon parcours
life in different ways
I swear, I'd give you all my days if I could
I feel you in my bones, oh oh oh oh
From my head down to my toes, oh oh oh oh
Taxi’s waiting down on the street so
Hurry up I have to go
Looking round you’d see all the people
Making faces very cold
Carry me away, far from
poissons croient au bon Dieu
Où j'ai fermé ma porte aux mendiants et aux orgueilleux
C'est une forêt vierge où les mots d'amour sont maudits
Un nuage de
lendemain, c'était beau temps,
Couleurs d'automne et plein soleil.
On a marché dans les collines
Et couru dans la boue des champs
En s'accrochant dans les
peu d'éternité
A t'offrir en cadeau
Quand je t'ouvrais mon cœur
En caressant ta peau
Comme on touche un trésor
Tu te battais si bien
On se sentait si
Io c'ho la testa in aria
Vieni a 'sta festa e baila
Che ti porto un po' d'aria fresca in questa Italia
Se vuoi vedermi live non so se ci stai fra'
met m'n klik en ik zit niet aan de water
Maar kifesh met je chick, ze wilt met me praten
Want zij moet d'r ei kwijt, dus ik ga dr pasen (oei)
Soms in
bouteilles, c'est pour nous
Allez, quinze bouteilles, c'est pour nous
Y a des gows gé-char comme des tanks
Elles font que d'analyser nos pas de danse
Frà manca poco, qualche mese di sgobbo
Qualche mese d'Inferno per mettere tutto a posto
Qualche lavoro sporco, qualche morto di troppo
Qualche
that light is not turning green I'd rather feel your teenage breath on me any day
My voice is all that I got
You think that I think I sound like God
Baby, I'd be scared if I were you
You know they got your number on the wall
Everybody's waiting for your move
And it's a long way down
They're
e solitario giorno d'inverno
Sento un grido che mi prende il cuore
Ho ancora un'ora e poi sarò chissà dove
Uh uh silenzio dei mammut
Uh uh
à Beaubourg
Au resto chez Freddy
On m'a demandé des nouvelles
Quelques filles m'ont souri
Mais je n'avais pas envie d'elles
A l'aube des requins chagrins,
croque-mort
Avec sa tête d'ange et ses dix-huit automnes
Douze pour la vertu et six mourant au port
Quand son navire mouillera comme un aumône
À mon
maybe I'd leave?
But you got that hit that I need, my baby please
But I can't keep taking
I'm numb, I'm sedated
Only love hurts like this
So tie
mothafuckas don't
Wanna take my place
But another mothafucka won't
I don't want no beef man, I'd rather be up on a boat
Something like a lung cancer
Well I've waited for so long dear
Imagining some things I'd say to you
But everything I do isn't enough
Leaving me this way just makes me numb
C-L-A, G-L-A
Beamers, coupes
So many tings I can't chose
Rockstar, I hit 21 savage
My yard, the bumbaclart mood
Man said that I'd never be a baller
d'poing, personne me tendra la main
Si un jour je tombe de haut et que j'me retrouve sans rien
Si un jour je tombe et que je me retrouve sans rien
Qui
semblant d'être sages
Leurs yeux qui se demandent, "ben oui qui, qui est ce garçon?"
Yé, tant regarder les filles, regarder les filles
Regarder les
vivi un po' di più
Giusto ai piedi del letto
Un giornale, "la questione d'Algeria"
Ma nemmeno un motivo
Che io ricordi per andare via
E tre
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