Lyrics Nyctophobia: Quiproquo / Xenophobia: Un Parigot - Gracy Hopkins

Nyctophobia: Quiproquo / Xenophobia: Un Parigot

When all this money is fallin', you know this
You grow this new policy, run from the police
Maybe you honest, you bought this, you dying, your bodies ain’t noticed,
you treated like trash
When all this money is fallin', you know this
You grow this new policy, run from the police
Maybe you honest, you bought this, you dying, your bodies ain’t noticed,
you treated like trash
When all this, my niggas fallin', you know this
You grow this new policy, run from the police
Maybe you honest, you bought this, you bought this, your bodies ain’t,
bodies ain’t, treated like.
All day, all day, I’ve been sitting tryna notice what’s important
Always, always tryna know the recipe of what we snorting
Runways, runways, life a model, with the death we always flirting
Grande, grande, we tryna delete viruses like we was Norton
I’m taking a ticket for where the grass is green
I just got the advice by the friend Nadine
Oh, everything around me fall apart
You gettin' judged if your name’s Ndiaye or Salim
I know that my future is all made
I work from the rooster till the cricket
Hmm, do some effort, just get the paper
Always got to sweat to get the liquid
I’m everywhere you are not staying
I’m that sign of peace on the battlefield
My pockets empty and I’d rather fill
They got the chance to be alive, they rather kill
When all this money is fallin', you know this
You grow this new policy, run from the police
Maybe you honest, you bought this, you dying, your bodies ain’t noticed,
you treated like trash
When all this money is fallin', you know this
You grow this new policy, run from the police
Maybe you honest, you bought this, you dying, your bodies ain’t noticed,
you treated like trash
When all this, my niggas fallin', you know this
You grow this new policy, run from the police
Maybe you honest, you bought this, you bought this, your bodies ain’t,
bodies ain’t, treated like
My hands up, don’t shoot
Fakeness is in the air, man I can’t breath
I’ve seen so many things in my short life
They dropped all they brains from a damn cliff
What about unity?
let’s raise the level
Our true enemy should have been the devil
I’m shocked bout that shit that I’m reading, *bang*
I think I’m hit cause I’m bleeding
God didn’t send me here to be shot by an officer
All that shit hurts my stomach
I live with fear of losing life
I feel like our walkin' is just runnin
Oh, some of my brothers are hypocrite
Shootin' at themselves for some borders
Ahh, and when white folks tryna come break us
All these hypocrites become protestors
You got good and evil in every people
Gotta chase the good to prepare the sequel
God bless white, God bless black
I might receive hate, I just bless back
When all this money is fallin', you know this
You grow this new policy, run from the police
Maybe you honest, you bought this, you dying, your bodies ain’t noticed,
you treated like trash
When all this money is fallin', you know this
You grow this new policy, run from the police
Maybe you honest, you bought this, you dying, your bodies ain’t noticed,
you treated like trash
When all this, my niggas fallin', you know this
You grow this new policy, run from the police
Maybe you honest, you bought this, you bought this, your bodies ain’t,
bodies ain’t, treated like
When all this, my niggas fallin', you know this
You grow this new policy, run from the police
Maybe you honest, you bought this, you bought this, your bodies ain’t,
bodies ain’t, treated like
(When all this, my niggas fallin', you know this
You grow this new policy, run from the police
Maybe you honest, you bought this, you bought this, your bodies ain’t,
bodies ain’t, treated like.)
Je me suis perdu dans la vanité
Au moins ce putain d’projet n’a pas leaké
J’ai troqué la raison contre la mula
La crise nous a regardé mais personne n’a paniqué
La force se trouve au fond de l'âme
Je suis aiguisé, tous ces négros sont déguisés
On poussera les portes sans les keys et on chillera devant des buffets d'100
délices aux Champs-Élysées
Ah igo, c’est pas toujours simple pour un parigot
Ici c’est Paris, gars, vas-y pense qu’on a du gâteau à part égale,
mais on est pas égaux, bah ouais gros
Hey, j’pense juste qu’il faut qu’on bima d’ici
Leur vérité est inadmissible
On est dans la zone où la valeur de nos vies a le même prix qu’un missile
Autrement dit, tu vas canner
À part si t’es vif, tu peux tailler
Ou bien si t’es flic, on a pas fait tout ça pour s’contenter du SMIC demande à
Jaé
Tout ça c’est mes gens, ceci est nos vies, et ceci va vraiment rendre tout ça
paro
La labeur est là, on nous prend nos fruits
Putain, maintenant je comprends Lossapardo
La rage qu’on traine, tu crois que tout ça part d’où?
On a la souffrance dans nos gênes
On veut switch la misère en bijou, man
Donc on khalass souvent dans nos chaînes
Mon esprit est éparpillé, il craque et part crier, partout pourtant à qu’un
seul endroit
Tu penses vraiment que j’veux juste faire l’insolent, toi?
Attends je viens de recevoir un mail du Pôle Emploi
(Pff je suis radié) en vrai je l’ai bien cherché
Maintenant tu me parles taf, j’avoue c’est plus la même
Je me suis fait attaqué par la flemme
J’mets toute l'énergie dans la musique
J’ai plus d'école, on m’dit que le savoir est une arme
M’répéte à chaque fois les mêmes merdes mais à la fin c’est toujours le même
qui tient l’fusil.
Et que ce soit clair, c’est pas moi cousin
I’m blind and deaf