| Hé bien peut-être l’oiseau
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| L’oiseau qui dormait en chacun de nous
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| S'élèvera
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| Hipster by heart but I can tell you how the streets feel
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| Everybody thirsty and they looking for a refill
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| If the gang eating, guns barking at your doggie bag
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| Get took out for your take out now you carry out
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| Murder by delivery, married at the paramount
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| I just coughed up a fair amount of niggas might air it out
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| Judge a book by cover so we never educated
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| It ain’t about races, poor and rich segregated
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| Just to get the bacon dawg, you gotta go HAM
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| Use to be lost 'til I found who I am
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| But it took the hook to eat the palm on my hands
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| Locked tryna get real creative with the spam
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| Locked in a jam cause a nigga serve butter
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| Just to get a little bread had to keep the mayo smothered
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| All I really wanted was to overdub my vocals
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| But no one ever thought that I would take it past local
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| High a’top a totem man somebody shoulda told 'em
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| That if money grow on trees being rich is dime a dozen
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| So I’m smoking by my lonely
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| By my goddamn self, I don’t need your help, homie
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| Cause don’t nobody really know me
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| Said nobody really know me
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| See that’s going on a limb
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| And I used to sell trees, and I used to rock Timbs
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| Radiohead shit, fiends with the Bends
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| Back when Granny used to tell me «Stay Out of In»
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| Letting the cold air out, tryna know my whereabouts
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| Gone for three days and nobody ever heard about
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| How I got these Jordans, but that ain’t too important
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| When I got a bitch pregnant and I’m stacking for abortion
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| And all I really wanted was to give myself a portion
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| Lit up off the Henny got a nigga self absorbing
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| Smoking on a bogie, no bud style, who can I trust now?
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| Lady snitch and got the whole block down
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| Now we gon' eat now, no rebound
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| When your boxed out, belly of the beast now
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| Now you got me feeling trapped and I can’t look back
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| When the road ahead is gold and the past is made of ash
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| And I’m going through the trash tryna find a little treasure
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| Living for the better tryna get myself together
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| So I’m smoking by my lonely
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| By my goddamn self, I don’t need your help, homie
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| Cause don’t nobody really know me
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| Said nobody really know me |