Lyrics:
d'gens morts, R.E.p
Mais les étoiles, elles racontent les histoires
Le vent, le vent, le vent (le vent)
La tempête joue les cœurs à la fenêtre
Deux
The eyes, you'd think you'd shake your thighs
In a room full of fallen hope and tainted skies
The eyes, you'd think you'd shake your thighs
In
On sortait à la r'cherche de montres voyantes
De grosses caisses, de cash, de non-croyantes
Des murs, des barreaux en acier
Même si on en a chié,
carrelage (bou-bou-bou)
4-1-0, on rêve pas d'l'Amérique
Et l'destin r'vient à chaque fois que j'l'évite (toujours)
Tous les jours, j'pense au cash
Parce
A meditation
Turn the lights off
Come on and rock, rock
Back the edge then up to the tip, it's not, not
Nice, the ropes are tight enough
As a consequence of which, they must find money by these means
We say we are against those means
Not because we are moralists, not because we are religious freaks
that strong
And oh, I would do anything
For you I'd turn the stars around, I'd find a way somehow
This time, you see I built a bridge to you again
pretty hard to bear
Women think that you're a genius
'Til you get caught for who you are
I reeled you in and you ate me half alive
You were a future
D.i.d., damaged and bipolar
Breaking through the Sun's magnetic field
We are on a supernatural voyage
Searching for a place where we can heal
Kings Dream
Frontline, Independent, Everyone at Reach
We wear the same jersey but
All got different roles
Catch me in the afterparty where the
Streets are
Folk de säger "Din son är en stjärna" mamma
Fan jag kan inte fatta
Jag och Dana som en fläta mamma
Och fan det är ba fakta
Mycket skit snurrar i min
Walk up to the club, I look like money
I'd be spending how I like 'em, bags real heavy
Green and gold, I want it
Dig my song? You owe me
Pretty
Yeah
I need time
I need space
Seen too many man freeze up in real life when they see my face
Test me are you dumb
Couldn't run my race
Both feet
Qui veut la paix se prépare à la guerre
Qui veut la guerre se prépare à la paix
A-R-T
Sun Tzu, l'Art de la guerre c'est soumettre l'ennemi sans
Take me down to the Paradise City
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
(Take me home) Oh, won't you please take me home?
Take me down
ready
Are you ready to rock
To rock the hip hop
Remember the day Run-D.M.C with Aerosmith got to walk this way
Smashed the ceiling for those who were
the thuggish
The, the, the, the thuggish
The, the, the, the thuggish ruggish
Fuck who you are (pussy)
I've got a knife that'll
Run through your heart
All dem
Sometimes I don't wanna wake up
What is life?
What is life, but a Dream
Or fictional scenes in 3D on demand from your digital screens?
Are we
been about 6 months
And insults are everywhere
Even your own fans think your shit sucks
(I don't like Jay Sean)
And I know you pretend to ignore it
It's
had it good
But now I know that I misunderstood
With you I'd say I'm better off in every way
Things are finally, finally lookin' up
Oh my feet are
clothes
And (oh) diamonds, cars, rims, shining
None of this compares to what I see in you
Materials don't mean a thing to me
Girl you are the world
We are just the monkeys, who fell out of the trees
We are blisters on the earth
We are not the flowers, we're the strangling weeds
In the meadow
I'm sitting pretty and I don't know why
I found somebody, said he'd make me fly
Wrapped me up in ribbons then he left me to die
Wrapped me up in
Can you remember and humanize?
It was still where we'd energized
Lie in the sand and visualize
Like it's '75 again
We are the people that rule
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