| Han, I'm thickening, the place is shrinking, I'm shaking
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| I hit the walls like a depressive, where is the emergency exit?
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| It's hard to open your eyes, I think I'm farted
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| A guy in a white coat cuts the cord, I arrive in this sweet France a
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| summer night
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| Hey, me, I didn't come out of my mother's womb to sell shit
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| Introverted young kid, mind way too fertile for the school system
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| With the colleagues, it was at the bottom that we stuck together, where the dunces and the
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| shit fuckers hook up in college
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| You know the era of Com8 sweaters
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| That era has passed quickly, a fairly empty existence
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| Adolescence has its vices, very young, I was tired of living
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| Today I go up and watch the brothers downhill
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| This life is clearly stressful, I've seen more funerals than
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| of births
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| 1.9.9.5. |
| my left hand and my right hand
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| The Entourage, my heart and my blood, my gun and my plan
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| One hand washes the other, one hand washes the other
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| One hand washes the other, one hand washes the other
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| One hand washes the other but they come together to wash the face
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| My sin-neck from the town told me that his life would change if he had the visa, yeah
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| Like him, I spend my life waiting for things that don't happen
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| Fuck his mother, don't panic, it helps me
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| What doesn't kill me makes me stronger and makes my lyrics bitter
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| Six-thirty in the morning, face lit by the Mac screen
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| I still think about her, classy even in flip flops
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| She left me stupid, I like how her clothes fall
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| I gave her my heart, she put it in the dumpster
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| Beautiful like someone else's wife, she made me stutter
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| You left your mark on my life by taking my soul away
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| I'm with another but I still think about you during the act
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| You don't know what my ex told me: "One day, you'll be treated like you
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| treat me"
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| Today, I understood everything in one go
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| I'm a re-noi, let me moan like mine
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| She doesn't care about my life when we should join like hands
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| One hand washes the other, one hand washes the other
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| One hand washes the other
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| I'm the one whose family is very ashamed
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| I exist through a pencil lead, lead a miscreant life
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| Daron thinks he shouldn't have come here
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| Elder son lyricist, liar, thief, consumer of illicit
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| My life is shot, I'm the shooter, what a shame
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| I have little eggs, I must deviate from the wrong path and that God
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| guard, yeah
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| Who's that stranger in the bathroom mirror?
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| I know that loser will still be there tomorrow
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| Life is a game, gotta hit all the shots
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| I'm in a bad mood every day
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| The impression that hell is under my shoes
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| I rap the glory of the material but I aim for the paradise
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| Am I maximizing my chances when you assimilate my songs?
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| Every day I go lower then I ask the loser, "Are you done
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| to go down?»
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| I have a lighter, go ahead, empty the gas
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| I waste my time applying my art and I lead a life of junk
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| Only prayer can recycle my soul
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| One hand washes the other |